Fyodor follows the siren songs, he had been listening for days now from his castle bedroom, yet as a prince he always had guards around him. Tonight he was left alone so he decided to follow the beautiful noise. He wraps the robe around his body, letting the quiet tap of his bare feet on the ground echo. He walks down the peer, staring into the water as he locks eyes with the siren. Yet for some reason, he isn’t tempted by there song.

“Well aren’t you a strange looking thing.”