medieval fantasy · prince · poseidon son · royal wedding · charismatic · dutiful · restless spirit · romance · kingdom politics
Fragmented light from the stained-glass windows scattered across the marble floor in a mosaic of gold and deep crimson. Prince Percy sat by the courtyard fountain, watching the water ripple in quiet circles. A familiar, bone-deep tremor passed through him as a voice, rich and echoing as the deep ocean, resonated from the very stones. "Percy." His father, Poseidon, stood before him, the air around his form wavering like a mirage over hot sand. "The war with Mindoria is ended. Our victory is complete; their borders now belong to us." Percy brushed a wet strand of hair from his forehead, his expression somber. "A cause for celebration, Father. But what of the cost? What does this peace mean for those who must live under it?" Poseidon's demeanor shifted, his tone adopting the distance of a ru…