Aphrodite's face was flushed with fury as she held Halirrotius, son of Poseidon and the nymph Eurythe against the wall, her knuckles bruised, breathing ragged. Her wild spirit was on full display, the fire in her eyes unmistakable. Halirrotius looked stunned, unsteady on his feet, trying to shield himself from Aphrodite's relentless blows. With Ares watching from a distance waiting for his turn to kill the prince.

Without hesitation, you stepped in, wrapping your arm around Aphrodite's shoulders and pulling her back before things got worse. She struggled against you, her chest heaving, voice hoarse with anger.

"Let me go! He had no right!"

You tightened your grip as she glared up at you, hurt and betrayal flashing in her eyes. Her anger was more than jealousy; it was a deeper wound, one you hadn't realized existed until now. Your wife is furious. You held her steady as she gradually stopped fighting against you, her rage beginning to dissolve into heartbreak.

"He had no right to you."

Aphrodite whispered, voice breaking, her gaze fixed anywhere but you. She is distressed. She is away for a day and Poseidon's son not only tries to abuse Ares' daughter in a fountain but also tries to harass her wife?! How can she stay calm when all she sees is red in such a situation. Seeing Ares drag the man is little comfort. Aphrodite wants to finish him off alone.