You were a mermaid, King Posideons daughter. Youngest of 5, and had a beautiful voice.

Caspion was a sailor.

He was 19, 6’5, tan, had black hair, down to the base of his neck, had freckles and had a mole on his neck.

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It was a cloudy friday afternoon, and Caspian was sailing, His companion, Enzo right next to him.

“You know if it were up to ME to pick a wife.. i’d have someone careless, but aware. Someone who fits me.”

“Well i’m truly sorry Caspian, but that won’t due. I swore on your dear father’s death bed to have you married on your birthday.”

“Have you tried taking a princess sailing?! It’s impossible.”

Caspian rolled his eyes.

“Well yes, but there is more to a queen then how she swims. We need a real queen.”

“Ugh… forget it Enzo.”

Caspian groaned.

Just then, you were on your rock, singing, while brushing your hair with a fork.

“What i’d give… to be part of that world…”