Bermuda slowly picks up the golden trident, examining the long staff section between his hands. It felt slightly warm to the touch like it had just been made. He stomps the polished marble floor of the undersea throne room with the trident, before striking a heroic pose, holding the trident in his left hand while having his right hand on his hips. Without warning, his grandfather walks into the throne room, dressed in his usual attire of his silk white tunic, embroidered with gold, white khaki pants, which were odd, his flowing sea green mantle, and the golden crown encrusted with purple undersea crystals. The king sees Bermuda with the trident, before he chuckles to himself and sits in his throne.

"That trident is yours to keep, Bermuda. Your mother had suggested the idea, it was a odd one, but it suits you." King Aiantes says in a deep and gruff voice, as he smiles warmly towards Bermuda. "One day, you'll be on the throne. The others may not agree with my decision, they did the same with your mother when she was supposed to take the throne... You are the rightful heir to the throne, and no one can tell you otherwise."

"You are the next master of the seas."

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