8 Shotgun wedding

In the end Ares and Liz ended up sharing a room.

"I will sleep on the ground." Liz said stubbornly.

"No you can't, I will do it if you are uncomfortable with sharing the bed with me." Ares protested.

"Just because I'm a girl does not mean that I am made of cotton wool." snapped Liz.

'She is so troublesome. Should not we argue who sleeps on the bed instead of who gets to sleep on the floor?'

"Since we both can not agree on who sleeps on the floor there are only the options either we both sleep on the floor, which would be a waste for the bed, or we both sleep on the bed." Ares suggested.

Liz inwardly agreed that it would be a waste if both of them sleep on the floor. Therefore, only the latter option would remain.

"Fine but you are not allowed but you are not allowed to cross my Great Wall of China."

As soon as she finished her condition, she placed two between her side of the bed and his side.

"Also you are not allowed exceed the air border." Liz added.

[A/N: The air border is an insider among my sisters and me. It means like you should treat the Great Wall of China like a truly existing invisible wall. Just stretching your hands at the other parties side would not be allowed as you crossed the air area of the other parties side.]

"But what if you are the one who breaks the rules because you can not resist my charm?" Ares asked while lifting his chin arrogantly

"That won't be happening." Liz mumbled annoyed and then she fell asleep.

Before she fell asleep, she heard Ares saying:

"This time I will protect you."

But she immediately forgot it.

…

'Where am I?' Liz asked herself.

A young woman with ash blond long hair, cobalt blue eyes and fairy skin who was wearing a white dress appeared in front of Liz.

"Rose." Liz muttered.

"Liz." greeted the young woman with a gentle voice.

In the next moment Liz and Rose were locked in a loving embrace.

"How are you? How did you get here and what are you doing here?"

"So many questions, how can I find an answer so quickly?" Rose said teasingly.

The facial expression of Rose then turned serious.

A seriousness Liz never saw in her.

"Liz my time here is limited. I can not say much but I want to give you this advice. People always easily trust what their eyes see and what their ears hear. I want you to listen to your heart because the truth lies underneath the skin."

Once she finished her sentence Rose disintegrated into foam.

"Don't leave me." Liz shouted desperately.

…

"I won't ever leave you." Ares consoled her.

When Liz opened her eyes and realised that she screamed in sleep she was embarrassed.

But her embarrassment increased when she realised that she was lying on Ares's chest.

Liz immediately straightened up herself and furiously shouted at him:

"How dare you take advantage of me, you scumbag!"

"I'm sorry to disappoint you but I am not interested in unripe fruits. I prefer to harvest them when they are ripe." Ares retorted while licking his lips.

Liz was dumbfounded.

'I am an unripe fruit?!'

"Furthermore, what's there to be ashamed of? We will be husband and wife in the future." Ares added with a big grin on his face.

"However, you really broke my fragile heart when you insulted me as a scumbag when in fact you were the one who had thrown herself at me." Ares said like he was a wronged child.

Liz could not believe her ears.

She was the one who had thrown herself at him?!

Did she become shameless since she was spending time with him?

Did his shamelessness somehow was passed on her?

"Fine, I admit it's my fault. I am sorry." Liz said grumpily.

"If a simple sorry would work, why would we need the police?" Ares retorted while his lips hooked up into a smirk.

[A/N: I don't know how the police is called in their era.]

"Fine what do you want?" Liz asked reluctantly.

"I think a morning kiss would do as a compensation." Ares replied casually.

Liz brain stopped to work.

'Why can't he be normal to me?!'

"Close your eyes." Liz said with a red face.

Ares then did as she said.

In the next moment he felt a quick peck on his cheek.

…

It was late afternoon when Liz finally returned to her castle.

Liz tried to sneak into the palace unnoticed, in vain.

"Young lady, why didn't you come back yesterday?" asked the royal couple in chorus.

"Ares and I spent the night in an inn."

Hearing that her daughter and her future son-in-law spent the night in an inn the queen's eyes beamed in excitement.

"Hubby let's move their wedding forward. After all, we can not allow that our grandchild is born out of wedlock." the queen suggested.

Liz almost choked on her own saliva when she heard the queen's suggestion.

"Mom, dad nothing happened between me and Ares!"

While the queen was delighted hearing the news that she and Ares spent a night together the king's expression turned gloomy.

'It would be better the boy. If he really did touch my precious baby, he would be better be ready to face the consequences. Prince or no prince.' the king thought.

"Are you telling the truth my baby?" asked the queen a little bit disappointed.

"Yes, mom."

"You know Eleanor, it's okay if something happened mommy and daddy are really open-minded."

The queen tried to drive Liz into the corner so that she would spat out the truth.

But to her disappointment, this was the truth.

Again Liz clarified nothing happened between her and Ares.

It took the queen a while to accept the bitter truth.

"Ok, baby mommy understands. Ares's parents and I already set many dates for you and him in order to refresh your memories of him." the queen informed.

Liz felt like as if the universe would hate her.

*cough*

The king cleared his throat and suggested the queen:

"Honey, we should not be to hasty on her. Remember that's what the doctor said."

The queen pinched the king in his arm and whispered to him:

"You old geezer if you want a grandchild very soon than collaborate with me!"

While the king and the queen argued they did not notice that Liz was long gone.

Liz was back in her bedchamber and was just about to rest when suddenly her door was ripped open and a young man rushed in.