"I want to know your name," I questioned the man. He smiled at me while maintaining eye contact with me the entire time.
"Your Majesty, I am Ares." He answered; he had a deep voice, and he appeared to be shy when talking with me. I sighed. "I would appreciate it if you would refer to me by my name. I could trust you." I responded with a low voice and an eye gaze intended to influence.
He got back up to speed—after everything that Heracles has put me through, the only reason I am doing this is to make him green with envy. First, he wanted me to have the same vibes as Eisraelle, he got my beta, and I suspected him of getting Helena.
"Fiona, I don't want to put my life in danger—"
"I got you, Ares. I have a lot of respect for you." I ended his doubts by telling him all of my lies—althoug
