Ms. Ares:The Girl Who Accidentally Married A God

If anyone had told me that I would be getting married at 19 I would have probably socked then in the face and trampled on their private jewels, whether they were male or female

Because as everyone knew Clare Valentine had a plan, and even if they didn't know Clare knew that she had a plan and getting married before the age of 30 was not one of them. So imagine her suprise when one annoyingly sunny day, a day that Clare decided to take a break one thing she rarely does, she meets man

This man wasn't what she would usually go for, her type was the tall dark and rich, a man who would be able to support her if she ever needed them to, this man was none of that, he was tall, his beard was as big as the hair on my head, his cloths seemed to be hand me downs from rats themselves but what stopped me from completely dismissing this man was his eyes

There was something captivating, something dangerous about this drunk man's eyes, something almost magical about them, his eyes were something I couldn't seem to ignore. So After a few words and a few drinks we were drunk off our asses and we somehow ended up on top of the Statue of Liberty

And somehow his too small shirt ended up flying off his chest like it was ripped off of him by some invisible force

Somehow I ended up on my back topless, while he proposed on top of me his deep purple eyes glowing like the stars above us

And somehow my drunk ass ended up saying yes sealing my fate to the God of War, Ares