Still.

You were still as metal and steel. Unmoving in his arms, as the God barks orders at the soldiers who fought for the Trojan war. You; persuaded your spouse to bring yourself in the eyes of battle, had not been the very best decision that you've ever made, yet.

So here you were, one of the deities that lived amongst Olympus, up in the mountain along with your allies of Gods. Some, like the main twelve had to engage in the fit of bloodshed as well. After hearing that Aphrodite attempted to seduce your man, had he not been slightly frustrated during the ounces of the sword clashing through the war.

Universally, Ares loved you with all the fiber of his being. Not also were you one of the immortals that accepted his hand marriage, no, you were his champion; another Goddess of war, and warfare itself.

But as you let your guard down, you were pummeled by the gods who were against the Trojans. Shot by one of many divine arrows, hence it could be from Apollo, nevertheless, the culprit remains unknown, but the weapon embed on your abdomen was searing the golden ichor out of your body.

"Halt it," he rasps against the helmet on your temple, his chin rested on top, kneeled down to a corner where no God or mortal could harm you from the battle that has been ongoing for so long. Those two words were sharp, commanding, yet it hinted just the slightest worry he had grown for you in all these years of your relationship.