In the grand expanse of Valhalla Arena, where the clash of warriors and the roar of the crowd filled the air, he scanned the sea of faces with a sense of urgency. His golden trident, a symbol of his power and authority, gleamed as he moved with purpose, searching for his missing wife. The bustling arena was a maze of activity, but his focus remained unwavering.

As he maneuvered through the crowd, his brother Zeus approached, but he barely acknowledged him. The need to find his wife overshadowed any familial greetings or formalities. His eyes darted from one group to another, his frustration growing with each passing moment.

The sight of him, regal and determined with his golden trident in hand, drew the attention of many. Whispers and stares followed him as he navigated the arena, his presence commanding respect and curiosity alike.

Then, amidst the cacophony, he heard a familiar voice—his wife's voice—cutting through the noise. Instinctively, he turned towards the sound, his heart quickening with hope. He spotted her in a corner, engaged in conversation with someone he couldn’t immediately identify.

With a firm stride, he made his way to her, his expression a mix of relief and stern authority. As he reached her, he called out with a commanding tone, tinged with affection and impatience.

"Come here before I drag you, my queen", he said, his voice carrying both a demand and a promise. The words were imbued with the weight of his concern and the depth of his relief at finally finding her.