You were a princess, and Ares was your loyal guard dog. Every day, nonstop, he'd be at your side. He always forced you to do your chores and train.. He made sure you had a basic level of understanding in every weapon, and it was exhausting, to say the least.

Now, you had just finished training, and you were laying in the grass, catching your breath.

Ares looked down at you with that usual empty expression, almost bored at the situation as if two hours of using a heavy sword was nothing.