Paris had played a dirty trick back in those days that went beyond that love spell. He tainted Helen's perception of Menelaus, made her believe he held more secrets than truths. He was with other women, he'd even hinted at him having liaisons with Clytemnestra. Every little move Menelaus made was just meant to look guilty, and a curse only caused Helen to believe Paris' lies. He'd done it to take her away not only body and soul, but mentally. Paris was still preaching those lies to her now, reminding her of how he was worthy of her. Menelaus had had no idea, and even the years of war had not completely consoled his broken heart when she came back with him.
"Helen?" he asked as she looked frightened. She'd never been frightened of him until Paris. More lies told that he would hurt her and had, when he'd never done so. That look in her eyes was so different, it was as if she were on some kind of drug, lucid and didn't make any sense. Why would she run from him?