Helen

The audience rang out loud and clear, their adoration was shouted from the mountaintops. The host nodded, and held the fruit out to the princess of Troy, soon to be Queen of Hell. “Helen, through beauty and a pure heart, you’ve won your prize!”

The Beauty melted and stumbled forward. “I thought this game was going to kill me so many times!”

“Yes!” Olympias was up on her feet. “It’s all yours.”

The host grinned and offered the young woman her prize.