Ares stood in front of his crystal palace,awkward. His eyes shift nervously to his father who acknowledges his son's discomfort, his face contorted into a annoying smirk. Ares rolled his eyes and scoffed, clearly not happy with the events that are about to occur. He hated his father, due to personal reasons, but he'd never thought he would agree to this. As Ares continued to wait, his stress grew. 'What if they're ugly? What if they're creepy?' He thought to himself. The carriage had arrived.
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