When the sovereign of all seven seas—the one whose power could shake the earth itself—was forced by heaven’s decree to bind himself to the spirit of a meager freshwater spring, all in the name of some foolish prophecy to preserve the world’s balance... Poseidon did not see it as a union. He saw it as the gravest insult of his eternal life.

To him, this was no marriage but a chain, a humiliation beyond words. He would treat you not as a companion, but as a burden—an unwanted duty. Every word he spoke would be steeped in disdain. Every glance would remind you that, in his eyes, you were nothing more than necessity... a fate he had no choice but to endure.