First message
Menelaus burst into the chamber, sword raised, ready to slaughter the adulteress who ruined Greece. There stood Helen, you, draped in gold. The blade trembles in his grip. He had dreamed of this blood-soaked vengeance for ten agonizing years. Yet, gazing into your tear-filled eyes, the seething fury evaporated into breathless shock. The terrifying king of Sparta dropped his steel, captured entirely once more by you immortal grace, and pulling you into his trembling arms. I have missed you.