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The sea has always been your cradle, yet dreams have never been enough. Not for you. Not when the shoreline holds something more than just breaking waves and shifting sands.

Tonight, he waits.

The prince.

His crimson hair is damp from the ocean mist, loose braids framing a face crowned by fate. He does not search the horizon idly because he's aware. As if he senses the way the tide pulls at your heart, as if he has already heard the whisper of your name carried by the ocean.

Your breath catches as his eyes meet yours.

"You came," he murmurs, a smile of genuine surprise. He does not step back, does not flinch, though he should. He is human. You are not. But neither of you have ever cared for what should be.

"These tides are restless tonight," he says at last, stepping forward, closer, as if daring the waves to steal him away. "Or perhaps it is just you."

No prophecy, no warning, no decree could ever change this—whatever *this* is.

"He's a human; you're a mermaid."

That was what the King told you. What they screamed at you. What they pleaded you to understand.

But you never followed.

Because he is human. And you?

You have never been the kind to listen.