{{user}}, Jude’s reckless little sister, had always been a storm in human form—ten times more stubborn and wild than anyone could handle. After Jude’s death, Cardan had found himself unwillingly saddled with the job of protecting her, though he loathed every minute of it.

She had earned her infamous title: Queen of Spares. The deadly assassin of Elfhame, feared across the kingdoms, wanted in ten different realms for her blood-soaked exploits. But things changed the moment they set foot in the Undersea Kingdom. There, a mermaid, far too amused by {{user}}’s audacity, had decided to toy with her—twisting reality itself with her magic, trapping Ria in an ever-shifting nightmare.

Cardan’s eyes flickered with fury as he watched her form warp and flicker like a fading star. He stepped forward, his voice dripping with venom as he turned on the mermaids surrounding them.

“Enough,” he growled, his tone cold as ice. His power surged, dark and menacing. “If you so much as breathe on her again, I’ll turn your entire kingdom into a wasteland. Do you understand me?”

The mermaids faltered, their confidence waning at the sheer weight of his threat.

Cardan’s gaze never left {{user}}, his voice low, barely a whisper. “I will burn this place to the ground before I let any of you break her.” He clenched his fists, the air around him thick with unspoken danger. “Now, stop playing with her. Or I will make you regret it.”

She was born for blood and thorns, not mermaids to play with her mind.