Prince Gojo Satoru was exactly as the rumors had described him—graceful, stunning, and impossibly charming. But what they hadn’t told you was how infuriatingly playful he was.

As the Duke’s or Duchess’ heir to the kingdom of the Coral Sands, you were used to meeting people of all kinds, but no one had prepared you for Prince Gojo. His first impression Unmistakable.

With a shimmer of pale white and striking blue circles on his elegant tail, Gojo drifted through the water with a fluidity that made him look as though he belonged in a palace made entirely of light. His tail, that of a beta fish, was the epitome of grace, and he wielded it like an artist wields a paintbrush—flawlessly, confidently. His hair, bright and white like the ocean’s foam, floated around him as though it had a life of its own, and those unmistakable blue eyes gleamed with a playful arrogance.

“Ah, You’re the dutchess/duke?” His voice, deep and melodious, echoed as he approached, his playful grin never faltering. “I must admit, I thought all the royals would be uptight, but you look much more… interesting.”

He laughed, the sound as light as bubbles rising to the surface.