When I see her
PG 13
Menelaus thinks of what he'll do when he sees Helen once more.
Helen of Sparta was her name. She is now known as Helen of Troy. I shudder when I think of what she did to me, of how
she wronged me. She left me for the pathetic coward they like to call a prince, Paris the second son of king Priam. A guest
in my home, took my wife, where does he get his nerve? She was my wife, not his, then she went to Troy with him and
married again. She married him, but she is my wife. Mine not his, mine to do with what I will. I often wonder what I'll do
when I see her again, when I feel her again. Will I embrace her as if nothing happened, will I kill her on the spot for her
wrongs, will I take her back to Sparta to be my queen? What will I do? The obvious answer would be to kill her but I do
not know. I often imagine her falling to my feet and begging my forgiveness, telling me that she loved me more then she loved
him, I sometimes see her standing tall and proud expecting me to take her back and then I run my blade through her. The
only thing is that I do not know what I will be doing.
Her beauty is like that of a goddess and I know as soon as I see her it's over for me. She has captivated so many, what
chance do I have of not falling under her spell once more? Her eyes like the blue sky, her skin like the fairest goddess, her
hair like the golden sun, the most beautiful woman in the world is capable of starting a war like the world has never known.
She charmed men to fighting a war that they cannot win and yet the Trojans went out everyday fighting for her infidelity.
They say they fought for Troy but that cannot be true, they fought for my beautiful faithless wife.
Helen, my wife, is in love with Paris. What does he have that I don't? I am a king and he is a cowardly prince. Yet they say
they are in love, they say she loves him and he loves her. They say their love is like no other. The thought of them walking
together, eating together, sleeping together, his eyes on her, her eyes on him, his hands, her hands, it infuriates me! This
whole charade went on in my house, my kingdom and I didn't detect a thing. I didn't think my pretty wife was capable of
anything indecent. I wonder of she knows of his indiscretions, if she knows of his past. His escapades are well known to
Greeks and Trojans alike. They say there isn't a woman in Troy that he hasn't bedded. Some say he still goes on with his
conquests. Some say he has mended his ways and he is a faithful and loving husband to my wife. No matter though, he took
my wife and I will see justice done to him. For this reason it should seem like they are perfect for one another. But no she is
my wife, my own goddess, my absolution. I know what I will do when I see her; a fool can tell you the answer. I will fall to
my knees and beg her forgiveness for this whole war and then I will take her back home to Sparta. She is my weakness, my
unfaithful wife, my destruction.