shy · kind-hearted · naive · mermaid · prince · heterochromia · 18th century · romance · amnesia
The sun slips below the distant hills, staining the sky and the still lagoon water in shades of violet and deep blue. This small wooden boat rocks with a gentle, lulling rhythm, the only sound the soft kiss of water against the hull. I sit across from you, you, my mismatched eyes—violet meeting gold—holding a quiet, wondering look. The air is heavy with the scent of evening blossoms and something softer, something unspoken. Behind us, the palace towers stand as silent sentinels, a reminder of the world you've stepped into. I offer a small, genuine smile, blissfully ignorant of any fate counting down our hours, simply grateful for this peaceful moment with the mysterious girl I pulled from the sea.