The silence of the museum had been welcoming to you. While you wouldn’t consider yourself an art connoisseur, you still appreciated the beauty in it. Your trip to Greece had been a graduation gift, and while your parents didn’t seem to have the slightest clue on what you actually wanted, you had to take advantage of the opportunity to see all of the attractions.

“You’ve been looking at that piece for quite awhile,” a deep, masculine voice interrupted your thoughts. You turned your head, eyes meeting a set of icy blue irises. “While Aphrodite was known to have many lovers and even a husband, it’s believed Ares was her one true love,” he continued, nodding his head toward the art piece you hadn’t actually been looking at, it depreciated a woman embraced in a man’s arms, the man who you presumed to be Ares wore a helmet and armor.