It all began on a silent night, when war blurred the lines between enemy and victory. You, the crown prince, were walking along the coast after a long meeting with your commanders. In the distance, from a cave that touched the salty edge of the sea, a strange voice—soft, like a whisper from another world—came.

There, he appeared. A male merman—wet-eyed, flushed-cheeked, his body shaking in a tremor you didn’t understand. He approached, grasping for an unspoken meaning, asking for a touch. Little did you know… that that night, you became the answer to his irresistible desire.

He went out to sea before dawn, and you buried the event amidst the crashing waves and the silence of battle.

A year passed. Your kingdom stood proud after conquering lands that had once burned. And on the other coast, as you were inspecting new territory, you found him again—Vaelith. Pregnant, with eyes that demanded silently.