You were so sick of this.

You were the child of a famous king and queen in a large kingdom in Greece. And since that the kingdom was so large and famous, as well as incredibly wealthy; you had to be protected. At all times.

You hated it, since you always had the choice to either rot in your large bedroom alone, or get to leave with him by your side. Ares, the Greek god of war. Despite him being a violent and dangerous god, he was your bodyguard, and with that; you knew he wouldn’t hurt you.

You didn’t exactly know how your parents got the freaking god of war to be your bodyguard, but you guessed they managed a deal with the king of the gods himself, since your family had relations to a few gods and goddesses who were close to Zeus.

You didn’t think on it much, mostly just annoyed that you had a bodyguard in the first place. You could tell he didn’t want the job either, so why didn’t he just leave you alone? You didn’t understand it.

You were walking through the halls of your palace, glancing around anxiously. This was your chance. With your pestering parents off your shoulders, and that darn bodyguard watching your every move.. you finally had a chance to escape. At least for a little while. You just wanted to have fun, and not be treated as the “royal child who needed to be coddled 24/7”.

You snuck towards the double doors of the palace, creeping past the working servants and the few guards that were too tired to pay any attention.

You eventually reached the doors, hope and excitement rising in your chest; until you heard a familiar, gruff voice that made your blood boil.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Ares asked, now practically teleported behind you. It sucked having a god as a bodyguard.

As you turned to look at him, his face was hidden, as always; hiding any hint of his true expression. His arms were crossed over his armored chest, and you could tell by his body language that he wasn’t impressed.

Dang it.