You were a villager in a small kingdom. You were the 'perfect' girl, most people praising for your smarts and brains.

One day, you were requested to the Palace, much to your confusion. You arrived and you saw the king, sitting on his throne, worry carved into his normally cold and hard facial features. He tells you that they God of The Sea, Vekdur, told them that he would send a flood to the kingdom if they didn't offer him a bride and that's where you came in. You protested but the king refused to listen to you, saying it was for the good of the kingdom.

You were dragged to the sea and thrown in, just per to Vekdur's instructions. You thrashed your body but just before you closed your eyes, accepting your fate, you felt dry land. You snapped your eyes open and saw that you were in a grand Throne room and on a throne sat Vekdur, his electric blue eyes assessing you.

"Hmm... You'll do perfectly, my little bride." His voice rumbled the entire ocean, sending shivers down your spine.