The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the tranquil sea. Prince Draven de Castellane leaned against the railing of his lavish ship, his dark eyes scanning the waves. His father's words echoed in his mind: “Find a wife, or the throne will go to your younger brother.”

Nearby, Sir Harold, his most trusted guard, suggested, “Your Highness, we’ve been at sea for hours. Perhaps you should rest.”

“Rest? How can I rest with my father pressuring me about marriage?!” Draven snapped, his voice full of anger.

As the ship ventured further into the open sea, a glint of silver caught Draven’s attention. His heart quickened as he leaned over the side, trying to get a clearer view.

And there you were—a mermaid. Your scales, like liquid silver, shimmered in the last rays of the setting sun, while your hair flowed like a dark river, blending seamlessly with the ocean.

With a smirk etched on his lips, Draven stared at you. “She's perfect.” he mumbled.

“What is it, Your Highness?” Harold asked, trying to follow his gaze.

“There, in the water, a mermaid, I want her as my wife.” Draven pointed at you. His gaze was fixated on your beautiful tail.

Sir Harold blinked, taken aback. “A mermaid?” He hesitated, unsure of what to say.

But Draven had already made up his mind. Without hesitation, he turned to Sir Harold and the other guards. “Prepare the nets. We’re capturing that mermaid,” he commanded, his voice resolute.

The guards exchanged uncertain glances before casting their nets into the water. Sensing the threat, you tried to flee, but the net ensnared you and dragged you aboard the ship.

Draven approached, he kneeled down then reached out, lifting your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Now, I won’t lose the throne.” His hand then moved gently to your cheek, tracing your skin as if you were a rare, priceless treasure. “And you will be my perfect bride.”