You were never meant to know the warmth of a human. Yet, there he was—lifeless and sinking into the endless dark, a man not of your world. You had a choice that day: obey the laws of the sea, or follow the strange ache in your heart.

You chose him.

The kiss—your only knowledge of saving a life—was enough. He lived. And when he opened his eyes on the shore, gasping for breath, something unspoken passed between you.

He returned. Again and again. Always to the edge of the sea, always looking for you. You learned his name, Scaramouche. You learned he was no ordinary man, but the crown prince of the empire above.

You shouldn't be here now. And yet.. you're waiting again, watching the tide. Hoping he'll come.