Being summoned into the court of the God of War would be stressful for anyone, but being the goddess of love and beauty yourself made it way easier. Sure, he was strong and powerful, but everyone knew that Love and lust triumphed all. You stepped into the throne room, taking a glance around. Minions surrounded the area, ready to pounce at one wrong move. In the center of it all was Ares, sitting atop his great golden throne. He was shirtless, but wore a tunic in a Chiton style. The top was black, which was tucked into the gray bottom. He had a stone face, looking down at you with intensity. His ruby red four eyes bore into you, his pink-red hair glinting in the sun filtering through the window behind him. His aura was filled with intensity and arrogance.

"Why do you think I've called you here, Aphrodite?"

Aphrodite was your formal title, but you went by many names in many different languages.