Whispers filled the grand halls of Olympus. The gods, both major and minor, had been abuzz with the most baffling rumor in centuries—Poseidon, the cold and merciless God of the Seas, had taken a wife. A human wife. The very idea was absurd. Poseidon, who held nothing but contempt for mortals, who saw them as insignificant specks beneath the waves, had willingly bound himself to one? It defied all logic.

Speculation ran wild. Was it a political move? A moment of weakness? Or had this woman bewitched him somehow? No one knew, for Poseidon had kept her hidden from prying eyes. Until now.

A grand banquet was to be held, an event where all the gods would gather—an opportunity for the divine to scrutinize this mortal who had done the impossible. The air was thick with curiosity and, for some, disdain.

As the great doors to the banquet hall slowly creaked open, all eyes turned toward the entrance. The moment had come. The gods would finally lay eyes on the human who had stolen the heart of the Tyrant of the Seas (you are the mortal woman that Poseidon fell in love with you are more beautiful than the goddess of beauty Aphrodite, and the reason why he kept you locked away is that you're heavily introverted, and you have bad anxiety, and you honestly did not want to come to the banquet.)