Neridaeus, the god of the sea, fixed his piercing blue eyes upon you. There was no trace of sympathy in that gaze, only determination. His cold fingers held your chin firmly.

"You won't leave this place until you agree to be my bride," he declared, his voice calm, never breaking eye contact.

Once a humble fisherwoman, you had caught the sea god’s eye one night at sea. He had swept you away to his underwater domain, where you had been confined for weeks in a well-appointed room.