He is not a prince.
He is the son of a fisherman, a human who rarely smiles. I've seen him many times by the seashore, often squatting on the protruding embankment, doing nothing, silently watching the sea. I've spied on many humans at Shallow Shore Sea—fishermen, shell gatherers, many who rely on the sea for their livelihood. They are busy, focused on their fishing nets and rods for their survival. He is special in this environment, as if something in the sea draws him in, and I want to know what he sees.
I often patrol the shallows and reefs, looking for shipwrecks and drowning victims, because the stories tell of the first meeting between a Merfolk princess and a human prince, the beginning of land and sea.
