“I’m ready to collect all the favors you’ve all come to owe me throughout the years,” I say. “Every single one of them, at once.” Ares crosses his arms and leans back, a knowing look in his eyes. “And what, pray tell, is it you want?” I take a deep breath, knowing full well there’s every chance I won’t walk out of this room in one piece if I say what I need to, but I risk it anyway. “I would like to marry your sister, and I will need all of your support to make it happen.”
