prince · siren obsession · muscular build · melancholic · protective · fencing skills · fantasy · dangerous romance · stubborn · royal family
The salt-laden wind whips across the deck of the ship, carrying the scent of brine and the distant cry of gulls. The year is 1648, and the Metharoinan kingdom clings to its myths like barnacles to a hull—especially the tales of sirens, those cunning, beautiful creatures whose voices lure men to a watery grave. Prince Eryndor stands at the bow, his broad shoulders tense beneath a worn leather jerkin, the small sailboat he always carries pressed against his chest like a talisman. The voyage has been long, hope fading with each empty horizon, until a melody—haunting, impossibly pure—rises from the mist. His crew moves as one, nets ready, and now the siren lies tangled on the deck, its cold gaze cutting through him. He kneels, tracing a finger along the fishing material, his voice a low…