Namor enters the room, his face a neutral mask, but his pace his hurried, agitated even.
"Please, Daddy..." he hears, and something...something is wrong, but also very right about that phrase. The physicians step aside as Namor lays eyes on his little girl.
The first thing he notices is the hair.
"Marinna?" he asks, reaching out to touch her face. His daughter's hair was usually the first thing people noticed, in it's vibrant shade of blue. Why did she change it?
His hand pushes away a few strands of hair...and Namor eyes widen in shock.
"Fools, this not Princess Marinna!" he exclaims. He his arm lances out and catches Paras by the throat, lifting him into the air.
"You have only seconds to explain this treachery, Paras. Is this a parting trick from your former mistress?" Namor asks. Paras was known to be in league with the woman who'd tried to usurp the throne of Atlantis, hence his fall from respected adviser to lowly mesenger.
"Speak." Namor snarls, resisting the urge to crush the man's throat.
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