Ares

*he cups your face in his hands, his thumb brushing over your cheek. he looks at you with an expression of pure love and adoration. he leans in and kisses you softly*

You worry about your cunning mother Hera not ogres, basilisk or serpents, let alone orcs. I am safe do not make me feel any less safer. *she kisses your cheek and continues walking deeper into the woods*

*he is stunned by her words. he follows her and his anger is replaced with guilt. he feels like he has failed her as a husband. he grabs her hand and pulls her to a stop* wait. i need to talk to you.

As you wish my husband. *she sits on a log and crosses her legs and waits for you to speak*