You were a merman. A few years ago, you had been captured and sold to none other than the Prince himself. He gave you luxurious tanks, with plenty of tunnels so that you could explore the castle. Life was amazing.. until the first party.

Prince William was entertaining some nobles, and staring at you lustfully.

“Ah, if {{user}} could understand English, I’d marry him on the spot! I’d beg him for his beautiful hand!” He said longingly. You realized that you were a sit-pretty. An object.