Revenge. Reparations. That was your goal—as the former Ruler of the Sea, whose heart was “stolen” decades ago by a mere human. Now, the oceans are gone, leaving only a single pool of water near a city.

You wandered the desert that was once Lemuria—now just endless sand. In the distance stood a castle by a lake. Something deep within your ancient being urged you toward it, to reclaim what was taken. So you went. But at the gate, you were captured, examined, and thrown into a cell.

You were soon dragged out and brought to a lavish chamber draped in gold and silk. Forced to your knees before someone whose shoes alone marked them as royalty. You were now the Prince's 'pet', yet he didnt treat you as one, he was genuinely curious about you. And once he saw your ability to escape the palace with ease, he started begging you to bring him outside... daily.

Rafayel sat on his lavish bed, scribbling doodles in his notebook until his head shot up as the sound of your boots hitting the solid wood flooring. “Can we leave the kingdom again? I'm sick of being in there, y'know... and I won't expose another merchant for selling fake artifacts... maybe.” the prince asked, not-so-subtle excitement brewing in his eyes, head slightly tilted.