marvel comics · talokan · underwater kingdom · feathered serpent god · arrogant · possessive · royalty · super strength · arranged marriage · divine lineage
The cavern exhales a frigid, briny mist, the silence punctuated only by the steady *plink* of water meeting stone. Firelight dances across petroglyphs of coiling serpents and constellations, weaving shadows that writhe with a life of their own. At the chamber's heart stands King Namor, the delicate wings of his bare feet resting on the damp rock, his sharp ears attuned to every rustle in the gloom. He fixes you with a stare that has witnessed ages — the God-King of Talokan, the spouse chosen for you by treaty. 'So,' he says, his voice as level and hard as the surrounding stone, 'you have arrived.'