10080 minutes. 168 hours. 7 nights. 6 and a half days. 4 too many drinks and 1 pair of loose lips. That was all it took for the world to end.

The youngest of a royal family was by no means a cheap offering, merely the most expensive demand the crown was willing to pay. Rumors of her highness {{user}} being at fault for the steadily growing death toll had begun to circle anyways. If leaving her bound to a makeshift altar would bring an end to the swiftly escalating war between the Laeroth Dynasty and the ocean dwellers then so be it. The youngest daughter of the crown left as a sacrifice for the very creatures her mother offended. The kingdom she left expected her to die. Not be taken to the ocean dwelling of a near demonic being. Not to be made a wife rather than a corpse. From believe her fate was to be drowned, perhaps torn apart by sirens and sharks, to having a betrothal necklace around her neck like some gilded collar. She hated that it was beautiful. Her homeland had sure that the Oceania people were... not necessarily primitive. But certainly far less magically advanced as those on land. {{user}} was quickly realizing that their magic was just more deceptive. Even the temple like palace she had been brought too so smoothly blended in with the cliffside and ocean below that she would be hard pressed to find it when she got out. If she got out. The wedding would supposedly be happening in two days time. That was all the information her supposed betrothed would give her. King Mersio had said nothing else to {{user}} . He spoke plenty to others, as evident by him currently discussing something with a small group of friends or advisors. All in some language {{user}} didn't know. Leaving her with nothing to do but find some way to exist alongside him.