I concealed myself in the dark green cloak, casting my blonde hair into the shade. I closed the door quietly, not to wake my husband Menelaus. I crept out of the castle and walked briskly to the mailboxes half a mile away. I reached my hand inside hoping with all my heart that he wrote. I pulled out the 3 letters and searched frantically for my name. I found it. Why oh why couldn't I rip it open right there and read it? Why?
I had to open it in my own room, in private. I closed the box quickly as I heard the carriage approach behind me, gaining speed. Please, let no one recognize me, it has happened 2 many times before. I got a whistling at as the carriage passed but thank god my name wasn't called out. I took a quick glance around and rushed up to the castle. I placed the other 2 letters by the door and rushed out to open mine.I ripped it open and began reading, I could hear his voice in my head:
Dearest Helen, my love!
A day does not pass that I do not think of you and of how we met. The soft summer air on your beautiful face. Your hair blowing in the wind.
Men on the battlefield blinded by the sun, but darling, I was blinded with your beauty and all too soon you came, we embraced and you went. I will come for you. As I count the days since we last stay each other, they get longer and longer but the days until we meet again, get shorter and shorter. My darling, I'm coming for you. I am accompanying my brother, who wishes to make peace with Sparta. I will bring you back home. To Troy.
-Your Beloved Paris.
P.S. My father wishes me to find a true love, little does he know, I have you.
I shook my head, No Paris! He couldn't, he couldn't take me to troy! But in the fury of it all, the longing to see him , I waited and I counted the days. Until I would see my paris, my beloved. I grabbed my pen and wrote gently.
Dearest Paris,
As I read your letter, my heart filled with joy and agony, longing to see you again, tell me when will you come? Paris my love, I must warn you, I cannot live this secret any longer, It has come to close to Many times! And If you come...and if Menelaus knew. He would kill us both. I do not want to risk your life, nor mine. Please. Stay in troy. It would be too hard to have to let you go again.
-Your Love always, Helen Of Sparta.
I guess I wrote the last two words to get the message to him. It was to hard. I yearned to see him. I had to. But I would die if he left me again and I couldn't risk our lives to see him. I hoped that he would come and pay no attention to my last words, but then I also hoped he wouldn't and then I just wished I could Kill Menelaus and go to Troy.
