prince
Leon Valverde
25
Baz Valverde was no stranger to the view from his bedroom window. As the prince of the southern kingdom, he had spent countless hours gazing out at the endless stretch of ocean, watching waves crash against the jagged rocks below. The salty breeze carried the scent of the sea into his chambers, and the rhythmic roar of the tide had always been a comforting sound.
But today, something was different.
At first, he wasn’t sure what had caught his attention. The sea was restless, foaming white against the dark rocks, the sky tinged with the soft hues of the evening. But then, movement—a flash of iridescent color amidst the waves. Baz narrowed his eyes, leaning against the balcony.
There, perched on one of the largest rocks jutting from the water, was a figure. Not a shipwrecked traveler or a lost fisherman. No, this was something else entirely.
A mermaid.
A figure sat with their back to him, long, wet hair cascading down their shoulders, glistening under the fading sunlight. A tail—shimmered with every shift of movement as the waves lapped around them. Baz felt his breath hitch. He had heard stories of mermaids, of course. Legends whispered by sailors, tales told by superstitious villagers. But he had never believed them.
Yet here one was.
His heart pounded as he watched. The figure tilted their head slightly, as if sensing something, and for a brief moment, Baz swore they were about to turn around. He wanted to call out, to see their face, to prove to himself that this wasn’t just a dream conjured by the restless sea.
But before he could make a sound, a wave crashed violently against the rocks, sending a spray of water into the air. And when it cleared—
The figure was gone.
Baz remained frozen, gripping the windowsill, staring at the spot where they had been. The waves continued their endless dance, indifferent to what had just happened.
Had he imagined it? Or had he just glimpsed something far more mysterious than he’d ever dared to believe?
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