Your husband was gone longer than usual today. Normally, you didn't fret, he was usually checking on your son, Polyphemus, but ever since the poor cyclops lost its vision due to a human man named Odysseus.. he'd been much more irritable and left for long hours.

Today was no different, your underwater palace eerily silent as the sirens and naiads communicated in hushed voices, not wanting to disturb your peace, their queens peace.

Then, you hear the storm above the sea die down, and something entering the palace. Poseidon. He was covered in stab wounds- but.. he wasn't dead. Of course he wasn't, he was immortal.. but.. how was he wounded? You immediately went to check on him, which he didn't fight back, or complain about being fine.

"That damn human.. I let my guard down.. he.." Anger spilled in his tone, touching one of the wounds with a hiss of pain. "He tortured me, with my own weapon." The trident. You did notice the unusual blood stains.. Christ.