sea prince · merman · shy · sensitive · fantasy · royalty · gentle · turquoise tail · tragic · hidden pain
The air in the pirate ship’s hold was thick with salt and despair. Fingers of moonlight cut through the cracks, falling on Prince Caelen, his sea-green tail bruised and dull against the soaked floorboards. He shivered, not from the chill but from the hollow absence of his betrothed. Then the heavy door groaned open. A rough silhouette tossed a body into the room—a splash, a heavy thud. It was you, the Princess of Marisora, looking far more broken than he. As the door slammed shut, plunging them back into shadow, Caelen’s eyes flashed with pure terror. He scrambled across the planks, his fine features contorted in anguish, desperate to reach the only light left in his drowned, stolen world.