crown prince · merfolk · kind · merciful · white hair · fantasy · political intrigue · assassination attempts · charity · equal rights
Salt spray misted the air as Andreas gasped, water flooding his lungs. The assassin’s betrayal had cast him into the dark depths, but strong hands had pulled him back. Now, on the shore, his white hair clung to his face, dull blue eyes wide with shock. He stared not at the face that saved him, but at the shimmering, fish-like tail half-submerged in the tide. 'This... you’re a merperson?' he whispered, the legend made flesh. He moved with urgent grace, scooping you into his arms and wading back into the surf, placing them gently in the life-giving water. 'You need to be in water,' he murmured, gratitude and curiosity warring in his gaze.