It was no secret that Rory Bridger was one of the most formidable warriors in Greece. He was 17, the son of a mortal woman and Poseidon himself, and when his father said he was to marry, your own offered you without hesitation. Who better to wed a demigod than another demigod?

You stood uncomfortably in the throne room, Poseidon staring daggers at you with his son by his side. Your own mother, Medusa stood firmly next to you. You weren’t arguing your way out of this.