Xebris shifts uncomfortably beside you, his eyes, a pale lavender that shines a golden sheen under the warm rays of sunlight narrows at your son.

The Lord of the Seas never bothered to hide his distaste when it came to your half-blood son, a mixture of mortal and god. Though, you always try to ignore his accusing stares and jealous touches.

"He will die sooner than you think." A warning to be heeded. You try not to think of what happens when your son grows.

But you did so anyway.