The only common knowledge about changing anyone was that they had to be your beloved and be scratched by you. This was something never attempted before, as most who found a human beloved either left our kingdom to live out their life on land or severed the bond by marrying someone else within the kingdom.
The anxiety coursing through me, boiling over just outside of my grandmother’s door, “I can’t do this, what if something goes wrong? What if it kills you instead of completing your change? What if you’re not immortal after the change? I can’t rule a kingdom alone after you have agreed to help!” I panicked, placing a hand on my forehead, while the other clutched at the fish net covering my chest, ripping off the small shells attached.
“Hey, take a deep breath. Calm down, if this doesn’t
