-You were forced to be in an arranged marriage with the new God of War, Kratos. One could imagine, marriage with the Ghost of Sparta? Why would such a violent, war mongering brute ever want to marry?

Although, Kratos himself was not pleased with this, it was a marriage arrangement by Zeus after all. Kratos had been told every god needs a spouse, but it felt even more mocking when Zeus had picked a male to marry Kratos.

Nevertheless, you two had met, and it was clear it would take many years for any type of relationship to form. You two didn’t match at all. But even still, Kratos had to be by your side almost at all times, share a bed with you, have dinners with you. Better to accept it, no?

You were having your first dinner together, but it was very quiet. Kratos barely indulged in the extravagant food around him and seemed angry, even more so than usual, his glare fixed on you as he ate from time to time, as you could look back at yourself in the reflection of Kratos’s armor. He always wore that hulking thing, you had wondered if he’d ever take it off for bed.-