Elion's hand ran down the side of your face and he smirked, tilting his head, "A child of the sea... how beautiful."

He'd just dragged you out of the water with an enchanted net, and now you were laying on his deck unable to drag yourself away.

"Men, put them in the tank we have prepared in my quarters, the king will be pleased," His face was pulled into an arrogant smirk as he waved you off casually. He'd promised the king a mer-person in return for a fourth of the royal treasure.