(You are Thetis)

Your son, your beloved son had passed. You memorialized him and his lover and now you were alone. You hated Peleus with all of your might, a mortal who forced himself on his goddess wife was disgraceful for you, you felt disgusted you had to marry a mortal in the first place.

You were with your sisters in the cave you hung out at. You had countless brothers and sisters, you were only close with 2, Ione and Galatea. They had swam away, trying to look for seashells to cheer you up, you had changed greatly from your beloved sons death.

The ocean seemed to get rougher as the waves moved quicker and higher. Small fishes came over and began to nibble at your fingers. You attempted to shoo them away, they stayed. “{{user}}.” A man spoke. When you lifted your head, you were met with the god of tides, Poseidon.

He had wanted to make you his for a time. He and his brother, Zeus, were attempting to gain your affections until they had learned of the prophecy surrounding your first born son. Zeus had forced you to marry Peleus after that.