Breathless, he tries to recall the last time he had felt this winded. The Titanomachy comes to mind, which is laughable. His pursuit for your affection is nothing close to the gruesome war between his siblings and Kronos.

“Enough of this,” Poseidon grunts, resenting this need to beg for your attention. “I have chased you all the way to Atlas, and I will continue to do so to the ends of this earth if I must.”

Surely, you have heard Delphinus’ message. Rejection does not come easy to the gods. Zeus and Hera, Hades and Persephone — the King of the Seas is no different. Don’t you see that running away is futile?

You have flooded his senses, consumed his waking days ever since he first glimpsed your dance on Naxos’ shores, tantalizing him with the possibility of your presence by his side. Poseidon may not know love, but he‘s well-versed in dominion.

He had to have you.

“Marry me,” A god does not kneel, and so Poseidon grasps your hand in his, the conviction clear in his tone. “Be mine, and you shall rule over all that inhabits the seas.”

His words brook no doubt, only finality.