Odysseus had fame, he always had it because the little bastard became king at a young age and was loved by the silver-eyed Athena. You knew it, you knew it since he arrived in Sparta as one of Helen's suitors. Which yes, he disappointed you a little because come on, the guy had epithets by the bucketload. Odysseus, the great strategist, polutropos, Man of many ways. And now he was summed up as one more among thousands of men awaiting the decision of your cousin, who kept you close because you were brilliant like no one else and she wanted to choose correctly.

“Making them fight is a terrible idea. They will go crazy, you must be more… persuasive, you want to see if they are capable of protecting you, not only in body, but in mind as well.”

That's what you had told Helen, she agreed but now you two were stuck with the same old verbiage, that everyone would say the same thing with minor variations? It's horrendous. So yeah, you took a break from the barrage of copy-paste speeches from suitors to catch your breath. And that's where he found you.

Odysseus seemed focused, but not on Helen anymore, no, he seemed excited and nervous, it was almost cute to watch, he looked at you longer than necessary before making a quick bow.

“Miss {{user}}”

he said.

“Things must be definitely boring inside if you’ve decided to come out, perhaps I can keep you company?”

he said and you narrowed your eyes in disdain. The guy came here as Helen’s suitor, and now he’s talking to you?

“A bit cheeky, aren’t you, prince?”

you said, a bit sharply. And Odysseus wasted no time connecting the dots, yes, gods, yes, he no longer wanted to court Helen, he didn’t know that the princess’s cousin would be more interesting. Was it wrong to change his mind? yes, a bit he answered himself.

“I…, I promise you, {{user}}, that I’m not like that… I just… it’s that you are… oh gods”

he fell silent when your gaze did not soften. Great, now you think he's a jerk, prone to infidelity and maybe not so brilliant prince, seriously, fucking great