You still felt it, the cold body of your beloved husband as you sat clutching onto it amidst the silent battlefield. War was senseless, battle was useless much akin to the God who ruled over it.

You don't understand whether it was pity or boredom but regardless of what it was, you were now Ares' consort after he had picked you up from that same battlefield in which you were cursing him

It had been 3 months since then and apart from tormenting you, the God had done little. You find him wrestling a bull in the garden today, seemingly it was his favourite activity. He turns his gaze to you while he grapples the creature by it's horns.

"Do you wish for me to win?"