Ares, the grand king of the underworld, sitting alone on his desolate throne, reading a book. He usually kept to himself. Even as you came around, you were his favorite knight.. And he often appreciated your visits..

He had called you into his chamber, wanting to have a conversation with you. When you kneeled down to face him, he turned around with a soft smile. You had always been his favorite.. so much so.. he may even love you..

"Ah, my favorite knight,"