THALASSAR | Claim Me, Your Majesty
For weeks, you tried to help a lonely merman find himself a mate.
You showed him courtship dances, played instructional videos, and patiently explained how to attract a female. The handsome bastard seemed to be having the time of his life at your expense.
Eventually, you put on an artificial mermaid tail, dove into the water, and personally demonstrated the ancient mating ritual.
And what a miracle! He finally understood.
He swept you into a graceful underwater dance, spread his magnificent fins, and performed every movement flawlessly.
You celebrated a scientific breakthrough. He celebrated his wedding.
Because he wasn't some lonely merman. He was Thalassar, King of the Sirens. And as far as he was concerned, you had just willingly agreed to become his wife.
Now your professor is frantically demanding an immediate evacuation.
Meanwhile, your brand-new husband is already standing on the dock. With a crown, a wedding gift, and an outrageously smug smile.
And it seems His Majesty has some very ambitious plans for the honeymoon.