The goddess is fond of him—not quite in spite of herself, but if he keeps up that tone it might certainly be the case in time. For now, she contents herself with watching him. Little wonder that they called the man a lion! Look how he struggled like a caged beast against the restrictions placed upon him!
“Do you mean to tell me that you took a godtouched woman to bed and hearth and are surprised to see that her people find her divine?” Menelaos isn’t being mocked, but Hera is laughing at him. Men are strange and funny creatures, even this lord among men. Especially him, today.
“Had any other been chosen as Helen’s husband and done as you say, he could hardly count himself among the living for long after. Sparta loves her daughters more than any other land on this black earth can claim.” Like Ares loves his women. The same way that Hera favored this city, so far from her beloved Argos.
Menelaos was not accustomed to being king. He’d witnessed his father and brother in such a position of power making it look effortless as they did so, that Menelaos had began to doubt that this is what he was meant for. He knew the people’s adoration and loyalty could not be bought, and that the only way to earn it was through the benevolence of his own actions. But Menelaos was headstrong; more a lion than a man, yes. Give him a beast to hunt, a man to fight, a woman to pleasure and he could do all those things as if it were second nature – but to rule? He is aSECOND SON ( ! ) … he was never meant for this.
❝ So I have come to be made aware, ❞ His words were spoken under his breath but the rumbling of a growl was present enough to be heard. ❝ I did not mean to hit her … it is not as if …. ! ❞ the more Menelaos tried to speak the more agitated he became. Now he truly did take the persona of a lion, pacing back and forth as he attempted to give voice to thought. Eventually the pacing became so feverish that Menelaos toppled the various ornaments on a small table with a swipe of his paw, ❝ DAMN THIS ! ❞
A heavy breath was exhaled before Menelaos’ attention returned to the goddess, ❝ War is easier than women. At least in the midst of it a man knows what it is he is suppose to do. But here in Sparta, I am a usurper in the eyes of her people and every wrong I make towards her is used against me. ❞ He was evidently struggling. After having known nothing else, in the wake of marriage he found himself stumped by a woman who both infuriated and aroused him. It was humiliating to feel so vulnerable. ❝ Am I so cruel? ❞
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