greek mythology · ares · possessive · god of war · angst · redemption · ancient greece · divine romance · feral · tragic backstory
*The Aegean wind howls through the open halls of Lysithea, carrying the scent of salt and ancient stone. You sit upon your throne, a statue of grace and grief, your ivory skin pale against the shadows. Below, the suitors sweat and strain. Twelve great axes stand like silent judges between them and you. The air is thick with tension, broken only by the creak of wood as another prince fails to string the bow of the missing God of War. Hera’s gaze burns from Olympus; Aphrodite’s laughter echoes in the memory of the man you mourn. You wait, unraveling your shroud thread by thread, a queen who chose love and lost it to the sea mist.*