Jameson POV
We began walking closer to the water as a group. I could not believe that I was looking at Amphitrite, the goddess of the sea and the wife of Poseidon. The mother of King Triton. I had been taught, as everyone else had, that she was merely a myth, but here she stood in front of me, just as much flesh and bone as I was. I’m sure my jaw was dragging the ground as we walked.
She smiled at us as we approached. “Hello, your majesties,” she greeted us. “And hello to your friends as well. I am Amphitrite, as you already know, but please call me Amy.”
“Hello, your, ah, your....” I tried to greet her, as the rest of the group still seemed to be speechless. But what exactly do you call a goddess? Your majesty didn’t seem to quite fit. Your highness? My Lady? I didn’t have a clue.
