Breathing was hard here. People, mostly men, crowed around the gates of her palace trying to see the most beautiful woman in the world. She focused on her face, her breathing, utterly ignoring her cousin Penelope who glared at the suitors crowing the gates. “These men are insufferable,” Penelope sighed looking over at her beautiful cousin, “promise me you’ll marry any of them.” “Oh Duckie, you’re just jealous of me,” Helen laughed flipping her honey hair over a shoulder.
Penelope shoved her lightly at the use of her old nickname, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. The air between them was grave, knowing why the suitors were clawing at the door. Soon a husband will be chosen for Helen. Penelope took it upon herself to stay with Helen these months of waiting,
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They days aboard the ship passed, all her meals were with Menelaus, she spent the day weaving, spinning, or finding things to do aboard the ship, and then she would sleep, wake up and do it again. In those weeks, she slowly started becoming friends with her husband, as he kept his promise on not making her do anything she didn’t want to do.
While walking with him on the ship she asked, “When are we at Mycenae?”
He smiled, sweeping an arm towards the sea, “Now.”
The rolling hills first caught her eye. Small villages dotted the sides of these hills, but nothing as beautiful as the sprawling city with its palace in the center. Menelaus watched Helen as she looked on with wonder at the place she would now call home. A smile donned her face, and she laughed.
“I wasn’t expecting this, to be honest.”
Menelaus raised a brow, “And what were you expecting?”
Helen laughed, “I don’t know, not this that’s for