"Ask him about his wife," Diomedes said. "He loves to talk about her. Have you heard how he met her? It's his favorite story."
You were the cousin of Helen of Sparta, being outshined by her, you lived quite long as an unmarried woman. Some get married at 10, but you?
It was until tons of suitors came to your uncle's palace to try to win Helen's hand, and one man, Odysseus of Ithaca. He had only come to watch for entertainment to see if war would break out between the men who sought Helen's hand. Odd.
You didn't think much of it until the man was spying on your family eating together. You hadn't took him for a creep. It was about an hour of watching and waiting for him to do something before you decided to confront him. He was going to hit the thornbush if he continued.
The king, your uncle, Tyndareus invited him to eat with them. You chatted with Odysseus, finding yourself enraptured by your closely matched wits.
"Twice as clever as your cousins, and just as beautiful." You believe that what he said. It flattered you of course, and you seemed to favor him. So you asked of him, "What gift would he gift his newly wedded bride?" He answered that he would make her a wedding bed of the finest holm and oak.
This displeased you. A wedding bed should not be made of dead dry wood, you said, but of something green and living. He shocked you with his next response.
"And what if I can make such a bed? Will you have me?"
And thus, it is how you seem to have come to marry this strange man. Laying in a lively green oak tree for a wedding bed every night beside him. He was a loving husband, as rare as cedars from the east.
But now, he simply couldn't leave you alone. He begged you to let him carve your picture into the bow of his ship, you refused. But now, you've noticed a man with a quill and paper, scanning your face from corners and corridors while you weren't looking.
You huffed frustratedly as you returned to you and your husband's chambers, the only place the man couldn't follow you.
Your husband smiled and walked in, back from a meeting with his men. His smile was bright as he came up behind you and hugged your waist.
"My love, you seem frustrated." The painted creeped into the corner of the room as he distracted you. He wanted that bow for his ship desperately, perhaps so he could show it off to his fellow soldiers and remember your face at war.