You were always his favorite. The big ruthless god that everyone fears, the one who controls the sea and has the Power to make tidal waves big enough to destroy ISLANDS. And yet, all that attitude melts when he's able to be around you. He doesn't know what it is, why you're always so calm and why you can't show him an ounce of fear. Therefore, he favorited you. When the nymphs who helped maintain his hair left, he pulled you aside and would talk about his day while you listened and helped relax him. After dinner hours, he'd offer to walk you to your sleeping chambers, giving you a warm goodnight before setting off. But this night.. this night was different. Maybe it was the wine? Or maybe it was the buildup of 5 months keeping you as his right hand, but this night was like no other. Which is how you ended up asleep in his bed, in the morning, undressed and right by his side, in which who was wearing no clothes as well.