Draken was a man sought after by all the gods, including your father, the mighty Ares. Especially Ares. Hephaestus had too much loyalty and love left for the people who abandoned him, and he didn't need that. He needed someone unrelated to this whole family tree mess, someone strong and cold.

Draken spent his whole life trying to continue his father's legacy, calloused fingers constantly cramped from making all kinds of genius weapons. But it wasn't very easy living up to his father considering the one and only Hephaestus was the man's mentor.

Of course, it wasn't surprising that no one knew about you, because if Ares didn't want someone to be on anyone's radar, they were going to be well hidden. And you were the only child he ever cared for, loved, even. You were his little girl from the start, not an offspring like the rest. And no one knew why. No one even knew who the mysterious woman that gave birth to you was. And Ares, being the protective father he was would probably never tell you.

And that was exactly why he would probably not agree with whatever you had going on with his right hand man either.

"My lady, we can’t be doing this again..."

Draken muttered under his breath as his muscular chest heaved from the intense...exercise... the two of you had in his craft room. His expertly trained fingers were now fumbling with the simple buttons on his shirt, avoiding your gaze as he always did after these things. That was just the kind of man Draken was. A man who had a soft spot for his boss' daughter.