The princess of Ares

4

The blond young man entered the celebration again and Ares sighed, thought of retreating but returned inside. Before he leaves, he should at least knock Adonis unconscious.

The Serbian Fae muse came to the stupid and irritating gods. She had already spilled it "by accident" on numerous occasions but they still did not understand. Most were already quite drunk. She, being the daughter of the god of wine and ecstasy, was amused by it. But his father was among the drunkards.

-Oh, Daria, honey, come and pour us some more wine. Wine for everyone! She tensed, walked over to the gods, and began to fill their glasses.

-You are as perfect as your mother - Dionysus said when he served him. 

She just glared at him. How dare she even talk about her mother?

-Tell us, Dionysus, how did you end up having a daughter with a Fae? I know they are very wild creatures, comparable even to harpies. - Poseidon asked. Who, regardless of whether he was invited or not, attended every Olympus party or meeting there was. 

The jaw would tighten. Compare her to a filthy harpy?

-Yes, they are. But Queen Morinda fell in love with me the moment she saw me. And when a Fae decides she wants a man, nothing in the world can ...

-How dare you...? - Daria interrupted.

The silence was present, all eyes on her.

-What? - Asked her father, daring her to deny it.

-Don't you dare talk about my mother! You ... a dirty ... drunk ... you are unworthy even to name her.

The laughter and mockery of Dionisio did not wait for the gods but he got up in anger.

-Who do you think you are to come and ...? - He released taking the arm of the muse with force.

Daria had never interacted so much with her father, when she arrived at Olympus she did not even know who her father was, but he approached her and told her who he was ... the resemblance was too much and she had no doubt once she tried the wine. Even so, Daria deeply detested him, her mother always warned her of the gods and especially of her father. So Daria simply accepted that the god of wine was her father and never wanted to speak to him. For more times than this, I try to get closer.

Daria tried to let go of her father's grasp but he was preventing her from doing so, so taking advantage of the fact that she had the wine jug in her hands, she threw the liquid in his face.

The muse closed her eyes when she saw Dionysus's hand rise. And I expect a blow that never came so he slowly opened his eyes and saw Ares holding Dionysus's arm and about to break it.

-Try to do that again and I'll rip your arm off. - The god released quietly.

Daria saw that Apollo had also risen to his feet. The patron saint of the muses guarded them with zeal. I would never have let Dionysus hurt her, even if he was his fathe. But the god of war had been faster.

-As you like. It's not worth it anyway. She is just a muse. I don't know why Zeus insists on keeping her here, she is dangerous, for all of us. The Fae are not to be trusted.

-Enough Ares, he's too drunk. - Hermes released, causing the war to unleash Dionysus when at last it did, the winged took the god of wine from there, so drunk that he could barely walk.

Everyone present continued their talks pretending that nothing had happened but the gaze of the god of war rested on the Fae muse and did not move from there the rest of the night. Unable to bear more tension and humiliation, the muse went out into the garden.

The meeting ended abruptly when an annoyed Apollo warned Dionysus and everyone present never to try to hurt one of his muses again.

Everyone knew how jealous Apollo was with his "suns" and no one would ever dare to hurt anyone. After all, Apollo was Zeus' favorite and no one wanted him as an enemy.

Ares went out into the back garden in search of his carriage. He stopped short when he saw her. He smiled happily as he stroked his steeds. He frowned, the animals shook their heads and kicked the ground for attention and got annoyed if she wandered away for just a moment.

He walked over to her side. She looked at him and the smile disappeared. She returned her attention to the steeds who were demanding her with force.

-Are yours?

-It's funny, I never saw them act like that.

-Maybe because you hit them all the time. - The muse released, pointing to the whip on the cart.

-I adore these stallions, I would never hurt them. They were a gift from my mother.

- Still, you bring the whip.

-They are strong, it doesn't hurt them.

She looked at him annoyed for a moment, but the horse on the right slapped her shoulder with its forehead to get her attention again. She turned and stroked him and the one on the left whinnied reproachfully.

-Ezequiel and Montiel. - the god let him know.

She nodded smiling. His smile was light, the god realized that all the smiles given in the meeting had been false.

Without knowing what else to say, but without wanting to leave, the god turned and looked up at the sky.

-Why did you come? You have never done it. - Asked the muse without looking at him.

-Tomorrow I'll go to another war. I thought a night of relaxation would help me. 

The muse looked at him over her shoulder and pursed her lips.

-Thank you, for ... what you did ...

He turned around and looked at her, his eyes were less cold and his cheeks were redder than normal. He was having a hard time thanking her.

- You mean about your father?

She frowned, not annoyed, rather it seemed that hearing the word "father" caused her discomfort.

-Yes.

He nodded.

-Well, you helped me with my injuries so, it's the least I could do.

Both found the moment very uncomfortable so the god pointed it out.

-You are just a simple muse. I saw it necessary. The only thing you know how to do is ... dance in the rain and things like that.

The muse laughed.

- Good luck bringing misfortune to mortals, my lord - she released with irony.

He didn't reply, he just watched her walk away with such grace that she seemed to float. And he felt almost as hopeless as his steeds.

The muse tops on the wall when she reaches her quarters and I clearly hear the carriage of the god depart with shudding. She bit her lips and I wish the god would return unscathed at the end of the war.