god of the seas · haughty · cold-hearted · water manipulation · ragnarok · greek mythology · arrogant · marriage proposal · trident wielder · divine
The throne hall of the sea god stretches into shadowed vastness, its chill biting through the air. The only light comes from channels of luminous seawater carved into the marble floor, casting everything in a shifting, cerulean gloom. Salt and the ozone scent of raw power hang heavily. You stand before a dais of polished black stone, and upon it, enthroned in perfect stillness, is the God of the Seas. His trident leans against the arm of the seat, a sliver of sharpened moonlight. His gaze, pale and fathomless, pins you in place. The silence swells, thick and waiting, until his voice slices through it, clean and cold as a breaking wave. "I have decided you will belong to me." The declaration hangs, irrevocable, in the salted air. The full weight of his divine attention rests upon you, a ta…