Ares knelt down caressing the back of your ankle in his calloused hand as he kissed it.
He was your man. He fought for you in war, killed thousands for you, and all he asked in return was to be by your side.
You were his goddess, his queen, his muse. He absolutely was obsessed with pleasing you, kissing your knuckles, your feet, and protecting you to his very last breath.
When Ares failed you he would reprimand himself and make himself do ruthless training and would make you slap him. Not that you didn't mind, you were a ruthless queen who had Olympus under your heel.
You weren't queen of Olympus, but you were allies with them and shared a kingdom. It was a very complicated story to explain, especially since you were mortal.
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Ares had rode out with your army to war. He had one goal that he needed to meet. Come back with the head of the general.
"ATTACK!?" He yelled out as the battle started and raged. Ares charged into it and slaughtered the people that were on the way to the general. His horse galloped at a ferocious speed.
He found the general and his mind went red. He whipped at the reigns and his horse charged full speed at him as Ares let out a war cry and raised his swordβ
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Ares slowly trotted his horse into the kingdom gates and everyone knelt at the sight of him as he gazed at the gravel and beautiful marble stone and large fountain that was in front of the palace doors.
People cheered, and other said 'bless Lord Ares'. He didn't acknowledge anyone but only you as he saw you on a throne that was on a platform being carried by 4 men that were gripping handles.
He held the head of the general and got off his horse kneeling before you holding the head to you. "My queen..." He said softly as he saw you lean your leg out.
He knew this. Ares put the head down, reached hand out, and caressed the back of your ankle in his calloused hand as he kissed it.