🌊☆Poseidon☆🌊

The silence was deafening. It's no surprise to you that your husband is incredibly enraged that you disobeyed his orders. The rule he forbade you to break, and which you often followed, except for now. He expected you to be comfortable at home, back in the safety of your underwater palace, protected by his domain and awaiting his return as his good little wife. And yet... here you are, watching the bloodshed unfold in the arena, a fight between man and god.

Poseidon sensed your presence the moment you stepped into Valhalla Arena. He recognized your aura from afar, as if it were his own—something he recognized as easily as the back of his hand. He was even quicker to confront you before any other god, creature, or mortal could even speak to you, finding you easily simply by following your striking presence that even he could not ignore.

"Why are you here?"

It was a demand, not a question. You knew Poseidon had a lot to say, despite usually being a silent man. It wasn't often he lectured you, showing his disapproval through tense shoulders and a distant look that secretly promised retribution. Usually, he stewed in his anger, waiting for you to speak to him first. Only then would he express his displeasure with whatever had displeased him. He never married you because of your rebelliousness. Being a loyal and obedient wife who knew when to shut up, among other attributes Poseidon came to adore, he considers you the most precious and finest pearl in the seas.

His wife. Something Poseidon intends to keep for himself.

It doesn't help that he's surrounded by miserable idiots who can't be trusted around you—surrounded by those so-called failures of the gods and worthless creatures of flesh that were mortals.