Poseidon's face contorted with a volatile mix of rage and bewilderment as Aleysia's bold words cut through the tense silence. "You don't get to say my wife's name with your mortal mouth, or—" he snarled, the very air crackling with the building fury of his divine power.
But Aleysia remained unflinching, her golden eyes meeting his gaze with an unwavering intensity. "Or what? Kill me?" she challenged, her voice dripping with defiance.
Poseidon recoiled slightly, taken aback by the sheer force of Aleysia's conviction. There was a depth to her, a primal power that belied her mortal appearance. "You—you're not mortal. You smell like one, yet you're not," he muttered, his bravado faltering as he begrudgingly recognized the enigma standing before him.
Slowly, Poseidon's stance softened, the coiled tension in his muscles easing. "And you've been blessed by my wife. What are you?" he asked, his tone tinged with a reluctant curiosity.
