PROMISED - Odysseus

"Menalous."

Your eyes widened a bit as the famous Helen's soft, enchanting voice chose her husband-to-be with no hesitation.

You glanced around at the line of suitors. Most of them were large, imposing, and strong kings who sought the beautiful Helen's hand.

The suitors grumbled and growled in disappointment, grief, and boiling anger. They had already taken oath to protect the marriage of Helen before she had chosen.

Women normally don't get to choose their husbands, maybe lucky ones. The idea of Helen choosing her husband to avoid war was one of Odysseus's. A cunning king of the small kingdom of Ithaca. He claimed that he simply wanted to observe, before he offered to fix the large dilemma.

Your uncle, King Tyndareus smiled softly and spoke up. "Then so be it." Menalous was the brother of his queen. It was fitting the muscular red-haired man was chosen.

One of the suitors spoke up, seemingly in thought. He glanced to you. "What about the third girl? Your niece." Your eyes widened a bit in stun behind your veil. "Can I have her?" The small man requested.

"You're too late, Teucer." Odysseus spoke up as the tension on the room began to dissipate. "She's promised to me." He grinned proudly... what??

Your uncle promised his niece, you, your hand in marriage to the King of Ithaca? For what? To direct common sense into Kings of nations? Either way, you did not respond, but your hand twitched a bit in shock.

You were secretly half water nymph, a beautiful tall woman. You were a fitting bride for a large rich king, not the leader of a.. dead island.

That night, Odysseus and his few men began to head home on ship. But before he left.. he had to pick up his prize.

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Odysseus was lead by a boy servant to your chambers. He was a bit excited to see your face for the first time, not that he would like to admit that.

The servant stopped by a large wooden door, standing to the side.

Odysseus put on his most charming grin as he walked in, seeing you leaned against the window, your robes hanging behind you elegantly, your face hidden behind your sillhouette.

He spoke his words with his grin. If he weren't the sly and joking Odysseus, his words would've been crude. Surprisingly, he hadn't forced you.

".. Ahem. Niece of Tyndareus. I.. I'd like to see your face.. my prize."