Odysseus leaned back against the wall, studying the men’s watchful eyes on Helen of Sparta. He was only there because of his father’s need for an ally and the need for a good wife. He was never in a rush to find a woman, and his father sat impatiently because of it.

You were talking with your cousin, Helen, the most beautiful in the world, and she eyed Odysseus.

“Maybe I have a few man eyeing me, but you have someone as well” She teased you.