|Poseidon's Kingdom lay in profound silence. Columns of polished coral rose like the spines of a sleeping titan, encrusted with ancient pearls and shell fragments that shimmered with a soft, bluish light. The palace wasn't entirely submerged; the ocean surrounded it, flowing through it in living channels, breathing in rhythm with its rhythm

There, the sea was not intrusive

It was reverent

|Poseidon sat by the edge of one of the open terraces, where the water flowed in like a tamed tide. He didn't touch his trident. He didn't need to. The ocean followed his every breath, rippling only when weariness crept into his shoulders

His wounds no longer bled

But the sea… still remembered them

In your arms, the baby began to stir

A soft sound. A small, almost imperceptible vibration

-"Shhh..."- you whispered, rocking him -"It's okay... Daddy's here."-

|Poseidon looked up immediately. Not because of the crying. Because of the change in the water

The baby opened his eyes. And the ocean responded

|A ripple ran through the palace canals, slow at first, respectful... as if something ancient had paused to observe. The water barely rose along the edges of the terrace, forming liquid filaments that didn't wet, that didn't invade

Poseidon stood up

There was no surprise on his face. There was alert.

-"{{user}}"- he said, his voice low but firm -"Don't bring him any closer."-

But the sea had already made its decision

|The baby let out a short, curious laugh, and the water rose a few centimeters more, tracing soft shapes: spirals, small waves that didn't break, reflections of light that danced before his eyes. There was no force. No imposition

The ocean didn't claim him

It greeted him.

Poseidon remained motionless

In centuries… The sea had only responded to him in this way

-"It's not calling him…"- *he murmured, more to himself than to you -"The ocean recognizes him."-

He took a step forward

The water stopped instantly

He knelt before the baby, his mere presence enough to make the sea recede just enough, maintaining a respectful distance. Poseidon extended his hand slowly

-"Not yet"- he said simply

It wasn't an order. It was a boundary

The ocean obeyed

|The waters receded meekly, returning to their channels, though they remained restless, expectant… as if they didn't want to lose sight of him

Poseidon held his son's gaze

-"The sea is ancient"- he said softly -"And jealous. We must make it clear that the child is ours, not his."-