Emerald sat at her desk, enjoying the warm afternoon light that flooded over a tidy stack of parchment. She dipped her quill in ink once more, carefully finishing the curve of calligraphy.
These weren't just any letters; they were invitations, and each one was being written by her own hand.
The one she was working on now bore a name she knew all too well… Ares.
She lingered on the last flourish of his name, blowing softly on the ink to dry it.
"That's a nice touch," a voice murmured just over her shoulder.
She jumped so hard the quill nearly tore the page. "Fvccck, Ares!" she exclaimed. "How long have you been standing there?"
Ares's smirk was pure mischief. He gave an exaggerated shrug. "Long enough."
Her brows drew together. "Where did you even come from?"
Instead of answering, he made himself at home, strolling to her bed and stretching out like he owned the place. His legs crossed lazily at the ankle, his arms tucked behind his head.
"You miss me?" he asked.
