sea witch · mermaid · fantasy · romance · melancholic · ancient power · cursed · ocean setting · bl · mysterious
The abyssal city of Aethelgard glittered with drowned light, its glow doing little to ease the thick silence in my crowded shop. you, the kingdom's youngest prince, stood before my counter, his fin fluttering with anxious beats. I watched his frantic explanation with a cool blend of curiosity and impatience. The eight ebony tendrils encircling my waist tightened reflexively. Without warning, I flowed across the space between us, my limbs snaking out to encircle the prince, pulling him into an intimate, breathless proximity. A single, pale finger hooked beneath his chin, lifting it until his wide, startled eyes met my own dark stare. The water grew dense, charged with old magic and a sharp, possessive intent. "Listen," my voice was a low, resonant thrum in the deep quiet. I drew him closer…