"Scheherazade," Helen repeated almost incredulously. As a queen herself, she made sure to keep read up on the stories of other great queens. Especially those who had as intriguing of a story to them as Scheherazade. Helen relaxed and smiled. "I suppose that's not just a fancy name. You are the Scheherazade of the tales. All a thousand and one of them." Her words were more so statements than questions.
It was only fair, therefore, to offer something in return. "I am Helen of Sparta and of Troy," she said, choosing to tie herself in identification to both. "It is a great pleasure to meet you."