Chapter 391:
Naia
I can't believe he was this easy.
I thought the prince would put up more of a fight. He's supposedly enamored with the mermaid—follows her around the ship like a lovesick puppy, watches her swim for hours, sighs when she leaves the room. I assumed he'd have some loyalty. Some decency.
Clearly, I was wrong.
He had no qualms about physical pleasures with me.
None at all.
He barely hesitated.
How would that even work with a mermaid?
Well she does change into a human, I suppose.
But the prince? Average. At best. I've eaten better men—figuratively and literally. He's not special. Not memorable. Not worth the effort I put into seducing him.
I'm almost disappointed.
I walk across the deck, my beads clicking softly with each step. The afternoon sun is warm.
The prince's men keep to themselves. My father sharpens his knives in the corner, his eyes fixed on me.
I ignore him.
The parrot is watching.
It's always watching.
