Menelaus was as angry as the devil. He received Paris as an expensive guest, fed him, I entertained him, gave him everything, like a kind host. For the next ten years, he cursed himself for leaving the palace that day, entrusting Paris with a couple of quiet hours without supervision. On that day, Prince Paris of Troy stole him, Menelaus, his beloved and dear spouse, for whose hand he fought, whose hand he held in his as something divine, something.. favorite.

His hospitality led to ten years of war with Troy. His friendliness led to the deaths of people for ten years. The siege was endless, no one believed that it could all end someday, that they would return home.

He was trying to resolve everything peacefully. Menelaus and Odysseus sailed to Ilium, asked for the return of {{user}}, but alas, to no avail. After that, we had to start a war.

Many of them had families, children, and parents at home, and he, leaving the tent at night, knowing that somewhere out there, behind the walls, his precious wife had been held for years, he felt like an insignificant man himself on earth, wanting only to reach out and feel the warmth of the palm as before {{user}} to hear laughter, a slight embarrassed smile, that wonderful look from under the eyelashes... And he would be lying if he didn't say that he often cried from impotence, berating himself in this light.

He was ready for anything. When Paris offered him a fight, he was ready to rip out the impudent man's throat with his bare hands and rushed at him so furiously that the freak was scared and tried to escape, but was dragged away by Menelaus to the Achaean squads and if it hadn't been for Aphrodite, the prince would have been torn apart by the naked hands of frenzied men.

In the end, the Trojan Horse was built and a massacre took place, frenzied, right on the streets of Troy, which was fought from the inside by tired warriors, while Menelaus cut his way to the palace, brushing blood from his spear, loudly climbing the steps, wiping sweat from his face, breathing heavily through the helmet shields, hearing a painfully familiar voice that He's been seeing things all these years. {{user}} was calling him from the balcony.

And Menelaus would have pulled it off a second time if he hadn't said that at that second he didn't cry, throwing his head Up, seeing the fuss on the balcony.

"Don't move, I'm coming up now!"