In the round table room, Ares studied the map of Malenia with a dull expression, his teeth absently nibbling his lower lip as he focused on the royal capital.
The assembled beings watched him with rapt attention, awaiting his words with anticipation.
Princess Thea, however, beamed at him, her eyes gleaming with admiration as if she beheld a tantalizing feast.
Ares rolled up the map, returning it to its scroll form, and reclined in his chair, his expression unreadable. "Well," he began, "there's no guarantee of an impending war, especially since it's clear you all stand with me."
Murmurs of agreement rippled through the room.
Princess Thea raised her hand, drawing the attention of the assembly. Ares's eyes narrowed slightly as he addressed her, his tone tinged with displeasure. "What is it, Princess Thea?"
