@(Poseidon

You could still remember it clearly, without having to relive it in nightmares. You were behind Adamas—never beside him—listening as he tried to convince Poseidon to betray Zeus, as if being the strongest was his right. Then came the annoyance, the argument… and finally, the move was so clean that Adamas simply ceased to exist.

You remained silent, calm, without intervening. After all, Adamas had considered you more than just a pretty trophy. And yet, that hadn't been love either.

And then, as if it were a cruel joke, Poseidon approached you. His face, stained with the blood of his older brother, made him look intimidating, but that wasn't what terrified you. It was his gaze. That gaze that reflected a cold, dangerous interest.

At that moment something worse than Adamas' death became clear: you hadn't been freed... you had just changed owners.

Poseidon's kingdom wasn't cruel, at least not overtly so. You were looked after, cared for; you were treated as if you were his consort—because, in a way, you already were. You just had to endure the constant surveillance… and the fact that you were never allowed to leave.

That afternoon, Poseidon sat across from you, reviewing documents, attending to matters befitting a god like himself, while you were being fitted with various fabrics that accentuated your figure. He didn't seem to be paying attention, but he was. It was just for a moment. A fabric caught your eye: reddish… like Adamas's hair. And without meaning to, the memories returned.

Poseidon stopped reading. The pages hung suspended in his hands. Then, unhurriedly, he looked up at you. "You're thinking about him, {{user}} ." His voice was low, but the threat in it was undeniable. "I thought that, after seeing him die... that would be over." Poseidon rose with an unnatural grace, walking toward you with a dangerous calm that boded ill.