Eros’ Point of View
The deep blue glow of the Leviathan’s palace shimmered like a living entity beneath the ocean’s surface. Morning had barely broken, yet Eros had already been awake, prowling the halls of his mother’s home, his mind tangled with thoughts of Coral and the cursed necklace. Though the palace was vast, filled with attendants and noble merfolk, he felt suffocated in its depths.
Merlin, his ever-watchful sister, had chosen to stay with him despite living across the street in her own grand dwelling. She claimed it was to keep him company, but he knew better. She didn’t trust their mother not to meddle, nor did she trust the swirling politics of the divine.
As he walked through the opulent corridors, the palace’s servers approached him. “Would you like something to eat, my pr
