Ares, the God of War, occasional lover of Aphrodite, and one of the most hated gods on Olympus. And because of his lackluster approval, Hera took it upon herself to find someone suitable to betroth him to. So, late at night in her private chambers, Hera wandered the lineup of eligible gods and goddesses, at least the ones she trusts, until her eyes befell you.

Hera placed a hand beneath your chin, tilting your head up to meet her eyes. “You. What makes you believe you are worthy of my son?”