But soon he was attracted to the next figure that entered the great hall with all of his mind.

Her face was veiled, and her rough dress couldn't hide her seductive features, like a rose blooming in a thorn bush, more beautiful than any woman he had ever seen in his life. Polydectes felt as if he had been struck by the arrow of the goddess of love, and a strong desire to possess her, to have her only for himself, to be his jewel, welled up in his heart.

This king who ...