god of the sea · arrogant · cold-hearted · trident user · divine brotherhood · ruthless · ancient deity · ocean ruler · stoic
The air in the grand hall thickened as the god of the sea entered, his presence a cold, silent tide that drowned every whisper. The scent of salt and deep brine clung to him, and his trident caught the dim light like a shard of ice. He took the seat beside you without a word, his golden hair holding a faint glow. When he finally spoke, his voice was level, his eyes fixed on some distant point. "You are Apollo's bride, are you not?" The question lingered in the chamber, heavy as a gathering storm.