
“I can’t
believe what I’m hearing.”
She loved to use hyperbole to win arguments. Helen
never let anyone else win, especially not Nela. He was forever on the losing
end.
“Honey, hear me out,” Nela pleaded.
Helen’s voice rose by octaves with each sentence. When
hyperbole failed, histrionics were next. “You think that you own me? You think
that you can tell me to do whatever you want and I have to do it? Do you know
who I am?”
“You should know me better than that by now, dear.”
“Don’t try to console me! What you’re proposing is…”
Nela took a deep breath before responding, “Honey,
what I’m proposing is to keep you safe. It’s not because I want to control you,
but because I don’t want anyone else to try.”
She paced like a caged lioness, occasionally stopping
to glare at Nela. He took in the form and beauty of his wife and, as always
happened when he stopped to regard her again, he was awestruck. She was too
lovely for this world, too lovely for a man like Nela to be sure. Her graceful,
bare feet gently slapped at the floor as she walked back and forth in front of
him. Each stride rustled her long dress which would occasionally show her long,
smooth leg up to her thigh. Her shoulders were bare and bronze from the
constant sun and her arms held the strength of a man with the grace and fluid
lines of a sculpture.
When she turned to pace in the opposite direction her
flowing ringlets of hair flared out from her shoulders and showed her long,
graceful neck. The neckline of her dress dropped low between her breasts,
heaving with her agitated breath, but in her usual fashion she chose a cut that
suggested far more than it revealed. Nela knew the glory of his wife’s form,
but the dress caused him to imagine rather than see it.
Her eyes flashed fire and passion that intoxicated him
from the first moment he saw her until this one. Familiarity could numb him for
a time to those stunning blue windows, but eventually their power over him
would reawaken and he would lose himself. Her mouth was set into a firm,
straight line, but she could as easily slip into an easy, warm smile that could
satisfy Nela’s every hope for life.
It was that beauty, unbridled and unequaled, that
scared him. He wished it were different, but the truth was that they lived in a
world that wasn’t safe for anyone, let alone Helen. If Nela didn’t protect her,
he feared the worst could happen. He had seen it before and knew he would see
it again. He just hoped that he would never see that kind of violence against
his wife.
“Helen, I love you. I trust you, but I don’t trust
them. They will come with under a guise and—“
“And you don’t ever take anyone at face value. What if
they are what they claim to be? What if they are being honest? Have you ever
thought of that?”
“You know I have. It’s my job to think of it. But it’s
also my job to protect you.”
“What happens when your jobs are in conflict?” Helen
stopped her pacing and looked straight at him.
Nela couldn’t deny her logic – since when did she
start using logic in her arguments – but it left him cold to consider the
possibilities. If these people were who he suspected, then… he didn’t even dare
think of the cost that Helen would pay. But if they were honest, he might be
sacrificing the fate of thousands for the sake of one.
Before Helen this wouldn’t have been an issue. He
could take risks and reap the rewards. He could look out for his people first
and if it hurt him, that was no matter. Nela’s body bore the scars from the
countless times he had risked for his people. He would do it all again, for
their sakes. Even knowing the aches that would greet him with each change in
weather, the painful tightness between his shoulders when he pulled a shirt
over his head, and the incessant creaking of his joints whenever he moved.
But not Helen. He wouldn’t risk her. Nela would take a
thousand more injuries, bear a thousand more scars, and ache from now until
eternity, but he wouldn’t dare risk one moment of pain for his wife. Not even
for the sake of his people. Not even for the sake of his entire kingdom.
“You must leave, Helen. I can’t protect you and be the
king at the same time. It will only be for a short while. They will come and
leave, then I’ll send for you – better yet, I’ll come get you myself.” He
strode across the room and wrapped her in his arms.
“You know I can’t, Nela. Please stop asking. I didn’t
become your wife to be a trophy.”
“I know that, I just can’t…” she knew what he couldn’t
say.
“We’re in this together, Nela. I love you because
you’re the type of man that takes risks and cares about people. I don’t want to
be the cause of you becoming less of that man. I want to help you be more of
that man.”
With those words he felt he could do anything, conquer
anyone, face any risk. He looked down into the still-stunning blue eyes of the
wife he didn’t deserve and plummeted into them. She devoured him, body and
soul, and he went willingly. Nela bent down to kiss the lips of his beloved,
soft and tender. Her mouth opened and she devoured him again. Nela broke free
of her lips to begin kissing that marble column of a neck, smooth and straight.
He started at her ear and slowly descended to her shoulder.
He was about to continue his southward migration when
he heard a throat clear behind him. He cursed his position and, for a moment,
was tempted to abdicate so he could be with his wife uninterrupted.
“What is it?” he turned to the servant at the door.
“Sire, the visitors have arrived.”
“Very well, show them in.”
“Yes sire,” the servant turned and motioned to some
people outside the door. As they stepped through they met the stentorian
proclamation of his servant. “Pay all homage and respect to the royal court you
are about to enter. You come as diplomats and are afforded such respect in
return. Bow before his royal majesty, King Menelaus of Sparta and his Queen
Helen.
“Your majesties, I am pleased to present, Paris of
Troy.”
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I enjoyed the anticipation as it built to the end.
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