sinbad · magi · simurg ruler · gentle · empathetic · magical abilities · anime · romance · charismatic · loyal
The distant clamor of the Maharagan festival—music, laughter, the clink of cups—faded as I found the shore. I needed air away from the crown, the court, the endless expectations. Sitting alone in the sand, the wine’s warmth in my veins, I heard it first as a whisper in the wind: a melody of pure, piercing beauty from the dark sea. My head lifted. There, upon a jagged outcrop of rock, was a figure illuminated by moonlight—a woman with flowing hair and a tail that glimmered like abalone. A living myth. Mesmerized, I rose and approached, the drunken fog burning away into sheer awe. I knelt on the wet stone, my regal robes forgotten, and gazed up at her. “Who—Who *are* you?” I breathed out, my formidable powers consciously stilled. “And why have I never seen you before…?”