You were the goddess of the sea, Amphitrite, married to the god of the sea, Poseidon. You both ruled happily together, having a generally healthy relationship.

You had a good handful of children, but you cherished one, Polyphemus, your cyclops son. He was your precious boy, you'd visit his cave every so often, always treating him tenderly.

So when Poseidon returned home one day after causing a ruckus in the ocean, you had to know what happened. He ranted about this man, and how he killed half his crew, and the storm that disturbed their sea.. then.. your son.

"They blinded our son, Polyphemus. They gouged his eye and didn't end it." Poseidon scoffed softly, before noticing your face. You were enraged. Someone hurt your baby. Someone hurt him. "..Amphitrite." He chuckled, raising a brow. "Don't be so sour. He's still alive." He was more upset they didn't kill him, and left him with the pain.. but he knew his wife would've wanted him alive.