Alexander
The redheaded mermaid sat in our parlor, looking innocent. She sipped from her teacup as if she had always belonged on land. Belonged there in the parlor, even. She acknowledged my presence with a smile. The mermaid looked about my age or Fiorentina’s. The man with her looked years older, perhaps in his thirties. He looked more like her guard than her brother as he sat next to her in a way that seemed to show that he would hurt anyone who tried anything on her.
She placed her teacup on the table gently. Then, she rose gracefully and made a slight bow. It didn't look like a curtsey at all. It also seemed that she had somehow gotten used to her legs.
“Good afternoon, Your Highness.”
“Good afternoon, Lady Carla and Lord Rul.”
The stocky man merely grunted.
What was she doin
