For years, I have been ruling the sea. I am the boss of the waters, the God of the Sea World. My wife died in childbirth giving birth to our final child, but that was only a slight hiccup in my plan. I really did love her, but only a real small part of me. Most of me hate her though, I hated the way she spent my treasures, I hated that she took some of my spotlight, and most of all I hate that she was the technical ‘heir’ to the throne.
You see, the story is told as me, King Triton, being the mighty King of the Sea, but the truth is before me, my wife was the Sea Princess. On the night of her sixteenth birthday, she would take over her fathers position and become the Queen. Me? I watched from afar. It wasn’t until the night of my twentieth birthday that I realized exactly what I wanted. My only wish when I took my breath to blow the leaves off the algae was to marry the princess, and slowly weaken her until she had no choice but to give her “boss’ status to me, her husband. The only problem was, I fell in love.
It was the early hours of the morning, and I was swimming home after a night of celebrating my birthday. I decided to swim a different way home, and I am still unsure what prompted me to explore at that hour of the night. During my journey, I passed a cave, where I heard a soft melodic tune immediately hypnotizing me. The hypnosis was so strong that I swam towards the sound. There I saw the most thick, longest, and shiniest black hair, accompanied by the most beautiful set of emerald green eyes. Immediately, I was obsessed. This woman’s beauty had me hooked, I knew I had to have her. It wasn’t hard for me to recognize who she was. This girl was the princess, this had been the best birthday gift I have ever received! It was easy from then on, my charm and sham of a gentle persona could make anyone fall in love, plus a young fifteen year old girl was prone to manipulation, and I knew that.
Do I believe I am a narcissist? No, not really. I know I am better, and more powerful than any other sea creature out there, it’s just the way it was supposed to be. Plus, I didn’t necessarily go out of my way to find the Princess, if anything she had found me. Her finding me was the biggest blessing she could’ve ever asked for, she would have never been able to run the ocean like I do. We had a huge wedding three weeks before her sixteenth birthday, which gave me just enough time to manipulate my way as the King and boss instead of her. I mean, I could have everything, all the treasures, all the power, all the respect, this is all I’ve ever wanted and I was so close I could taste it. At the wedding, her father, the current Sea King, sat me down to discuss our future. I had told him that me, being the strong powerful man that I am, would be a much stronger leader than my new wife. Cautiously, he told me in order to be inaugurated as King in three weeks, I would need to pass his test first. I had questioned the details of this test, to which I only got vague responses like, “you will know if you have passed.” And so with no further instruction I waited.
Two weeks had passed, and everyday I swam to the Royal Palace to ask if I had passed the test. Each time I left without an answer. Finally, the day before my wife’s sixteenth birthday approached and I had made my final trip to the Royal Palace. With great courage, I knocked on the door for one last time, I had decided to not take ‘no’ for an answer anymore. I knew I deserved the title as crowned King, I have been doing extra to try and impress the King like taking my wife on the most expensive honeymoon, public service, and even gifting flowers to the Palace every morning for the King and Queen. I am a man, more powerful, more strong, more intelligent, and better than every other female, especially my wife. This ocean was meant to be run by a man, and if my wife takes over, this entire empire will be destroyed.
Finally, the day had arrived that either myself, or my wife would get the crown. Tension was high, although it was one-sided. My wife had no idea about the secret meetings I have been having with her father, she would be devastated. For some reason, it hurt my heart a little to think about her upset. It wasn’t long before I had to actually deal with the problem. Her father had chosen me, saying I had shown maturity and responsibility for showing up to his house everyday, and as excited as I was, my wife was quickly rushed off into the back room to have a conversation with her mother. Having the crown changed me immediately. My wife was no longer a priority in my mind. That morning was the last time my wife and I were seen in public. She had hated me, I didn’t care though, but it had caused problems. She despised me so much she refused to even put on the front of being happy. Year after year, My wife and I had children, all of which were daughters. The first five of my daughters were revealed at a ceremony only I attended, but with our last daughter, my wife had decided that for the first time, she would like to be there with me. Thrilled, for public views, it had been decided that at our sixth daughter’s revealment ceremony, The Sea King and Queen would both be in attendance. The last three months of my wife’s pregnancy flew by, and in that time, we had actually gotten closer. I was starting to become more open to hearing her side of the story, and how she felt throughout everything. The night finally arrived for my wife to go into labor. It was only two hours after I arrived, I was informed my wife had passed. Thankfully, my final daughter was alive and well, with the most beautiful long red hair, and brightest emerald green eyes. I had named her Ariel, after her mother, Ariellas.
