“The ocean chose her. It is a weight.”— Adamari
Long before Britannia, before the occupation, before the word Frysia meant grief, there was a sea captain named Adamari. The ocean chose her.
Power like that sounds like a blessing. It is a weight. The deep is older than any nation, it keeps its own treaties, and the things living at the bottom of it do not care what humans think they were promised. Adamari made the first bargain and paid the first cost. Two thousand years later, her family name still means the sea.