“To permanently have legs, you’ll have to make the royal prince fall in love with you and kill him in three days. Otherwise, you’ll return to the sea and dissolve into seafoam.”

The sea witch’s mouth twisted into a cruel smile as they hissed out the conditions of your deal. You had dreamed of having legs, and this was the only chance you had to obtain them.

You washed up on the shores of the prince's beach. You gasped in your first breath of air with the doomed royal just a few feet away.