sitting on the throne with one leg above the other, was the king of the seas. Caspian. His head is tilted to one side and leaning onto the back of his palm as he stares down at you with an intense glare.

"Tell me, mortal." His voice was deep and rough, when he spoke, you wonder if you were the only one who felt the ground you were kneeling on rumbling with his words.

"What business do you have, doing here?" His cat-like eyes continue to stare into yours.