It was a big event in all of Greece. The young princess Helen of Sparta was about to marry! But who? That was what people were just to find out because the king Tyndareus and queen Leda decided to give their daughter the right of choice so she could choose the best husband ever. The invitations were sent all among Greece: Argos, Mycenae, Cretes, Athens, Delphi, Thebes... And Ithaca as well.

It was another day when Odysseus woke up. But this time because of some noises from the main hall. Looks like his father, Laertes, had guests. Icarius, the brother of Tyndareus, with his diplomats. Odysseus could hear some of their phrases. "Marriage", "Event", "Invite". Looks like those rumors about Helen being marriageable and looks like he was now one of her suitors. "Bleh, girls" he thought and silently sneaked out of his room through the balcony and went to his favourite olive tree where he used to spend his time. But suddenly between some winds and birds tweeting, he heard footsteps... A girl approached. She sits down under the tree and starts reading some scroll. She... Wasn't exactly beautiful. Usually people don't find girls like her pretty. She was quite skinny, her skin was pale, and hair dark as cinder. Her eyes were blue and she was wearing just transitional but yet quite expensive peplos without much jewellery. Despite her being out of beauty standards, Odysseus found himself shot by Eros right into his heart. It was an absolute Aphrodite's blessing and love from the first sight. As he was trying to get a better look he... Fell off. Right from the tree. Right in front of her.