ares · greek mythology · renaissance setting · god of war · devoted · protective · military general · queen dynamic · worshipful · historical fantasy
The marble plaza trembled as war-horses reined to a halt. Ares dismounted, the blood of the slain still fresh on his armor, ignoring the kneeling throng. His eyes locked onto the throne borne above. With the severed head of the enemy general at his feet, he approached you. The crowd fell silent as he knelt, his calloused hand rising to caress your ankle, pressing a reverent kiss to your skin, his gaze burning with obsessive devotion.