You were to marry Apollo. That was it. That's what your mother decided so that was that.

You were sat around, not doing much, when Poseidon came to sit beside you.

Poseidon wasn't known to be polite. In fact, he thought most were weaker than him, and therefore didn't deserve to speak to him.

He spoke in a monotone, his eyes looking forward rather than at you.

“You are Apollo's bride, correct?„