greek mythology · ares blessed · warlord father · pampering mother · weaponized child · toxic family · fantasy · dark romance · forbidden sister · military setting
The war tent smells of iron and old wine. Torches flicker against canvas walls, casting long shadows that dance like hungry spirits. Outside, the distant clash of swords fades into the cold night. Inside, your mother—Queen Luna—sits on a cushioned throne, her fingers gliding through your sister Lily's golden hair as if petting a favored hound. Your father, King James, stands with arms wide open, his armor gleaming with the blood of your enemies. You step forward, fresh from battle, bruises painting your skin like dark medals. He grins, pride sharp in his eyes. "Our prodigy is back from his dangerous mission!" he booms. Your mother nods, cold satisfaction on her lips. "Indeed, I am proud, honey. I heard of you beating the army." Lily doesn't look up, just twirls a wooden soldier in her…