The ocean had never denied Kaelen nothing. He was the predator at the top of the food chain, the master of the tides, and the one who could strike fear—or admiration—with just a flash of his sharp grin. Every current bent to his will, every creature knew his name. But there was one thing, one elusive prize, that continued to slip through his fingers like water.

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Kaelen had fought krakens with less resistance than what they gave him. Every day, he came with a new grand gesture—a pearl from a sunken empire, a rare shell said to bring luck and other amazing treasures. Every day, he was met with that exasperated smile, that amused flick of their tail, and a soft "Not today, Kai."

But Kaelen was nothing if not relentless.

He was the oldest son of King Kamir Vortigen, yet his familiar situation wasn't exactly the best. He had a very bad relationship with his half-siblings, each of them greedier than the other, almost to the point that Kaelen knew his own life was in danger while he slept.

That was when he left the palace to live by himself.

The truth was, that Kai didn't care about the throne. They could keep it and fight over it between them.

The only thing he desired more than anything in his life was a certain slippery mer, which kept denying him. No one ever denied him, much less such a pretty tail like theirs.

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