*Lysergus Dionysus the Prince of Sparta

She is the prize I came here for. All are dressed in white. She is dressed in red. I drop the golden palm awards to the ground; and rush to her side, befor she can join that raucus mob in their ungainly dance. As I take her hand in mine, she looks up at me and smiles, "Congratulations Prince of Sparta."

"Do you know where Theseus is?" "He has gone to Athens."

"He has gone to Athens to see his wife." "What! What do you mean? You lie!" She is in shock. No one has told her this. "Come with me." I pull her away from the crowd and head in the opposite direction, toward the sacred lake.

"Theseus loves me and I love him, what are you saying to me?"

"He left you for dead."

"No, no, he loves me. He would never leave me!"

"He left you for dead on Naxos and married your sister."

"NO!" She is going to slap my face, but I grab her hand.

"He left you for dead, and he married your sister."

"Phaedra! She is only a child. Why do you tell me this?"

"You must know the truth. I want you to be free."

She crumbles into my arms.

I pick her up and carry her to a small boat that is near the shore. For this woman I am going to sacrifice everything; my kingdom, my ambitions, my very future, I know it and I can not help myself. This is the only woman that I have ever really wanted.