King Theodore had arranged a formal gathering of suitors for Helena at the castle. Her father barely even believed in the gods, so the Princess couldn’t understand his insistence on following this tradition and found it infuriating.
Three families had shown up to the dining hall to present their candidate suitor. Each family pushed their son eagerly in front of King Theodore for inspection. The strongest warriors and fiercest commanders of each respective army stood around in immaculate chest plating, decorative helmets made to look the head of a bear or tiger, and multi-layered leather defensive skirts which left their muscular legs bare, all in a boast of military and financial power.
Helena found the whole affair quite dull, though she cheered up a bit when halfway through the first family’s introduction, she stopped paying attention to the proceedings and began looking at the muscular bodies of the men standing along side the families. She felt a heating rising inside herself and leant over to her servant, Ophelia.
“I don’t really care for this suitor, or this event, but I am enjoying having all these men here for me!” Helena and Ophelia smiled to each other, stifling their giggling.