The Siren of the Titanic

Chapter 39: The Pacific Royals

"So where are we headed?" Alto's eyes were still slightly red from his tears earlier. We had been swimming in the new waters for about half an hour. Talon was leading us, his eyes filled with something I had only seen in him once when I first saw him. His eyes were stern and filled with purpose, filled with the responsibility of being a prince. Alto and I followed the fire prince without worry, but we still didn't know where we were headed.

"We are headed to see the King of the Pacific. We are in his domain, so we need his blessing before we can continue. Otherwise, his soldiers could kill us for trespassing." That sounded familiar. I remember being nervous the first time I swam through the Atlantic Castle's massive doors. I smiled, remembering as though it was a distant memory. It was hard to believe that it was only a month ago.

"What is the Pacific King like?" I questioned.

"His name is Laiken, and he's a pretty soft-spoken man. I've never met him face to face, but I have sat in on multiple meetings between the Kings and Queens. He seems gentle and kind, his wife Tulia is quite the opposite. She's pretty outspoken and likes the 'finer things in life', she also doesn't care what other people think. They have one daughter, named Calia, and she's, well." He raked his fingers through his hair with a sigh. "She's like Adhira on steroids. She's a crimson weapon master. Basically, she can summon any number of weapons from an armory that she has, and she knows how to use them. She's a damn good soldier, and one day become the Pacific Queen."

"Sounds like you don't like her much." I threw a smirk his way. He only replied by giving me the dead eye.

"We are almost there. Let me do the talking and everything should go smoothly." Talon ordered. Alto and I nodded, Talon was the best for this particular situation.

Eventually, we saw a large reef, much like the one in the Atlantic, and just like the Atlantic, the main city was concealed by a very large bubble. The main difference was, where the Atlantic architecture leaned towards European and Roman, the Pacific architecture was a beautiful mix between Indian and Russian. The castle looked like a mixture of a Hindu temple with how much detail and the number of carvings but it had onion domes that you would see in Russian architecture. Once again I squealed at the beauty and craftsmanship. Alto and Talon snickered at my giddy expression.

We swam through the town whose buildings were built in different styles. The styles were in a wide variety. Asian, Egyptian, Indian, Russian, African, and even modern American styles, all gave the city an air of diversity. We made our way through the town and up to the beautifully carved entryway of the castle. The only thing keeping people from wandering into the castle were several guards.

"I am Prince Talinian of the Kingdom of the Atlantic. I need an audience with your king." Talon lifted his chin and squared his shoulders, keeping the air of prince and authority. The bald and clean-shaven guard looked Talon up and down, examining his tattoos before nodding and motioning for us to follow.

We followed the guard down extensively carved and brightly painted corridors. He led us into a large and colorful room. The floor was covered in several exotic Turkish carpets while the walls were covered with colorful draperies. The ceiling was made in several different domes all painted with murals of mermaids in battles or dancing. Unlike the throne room in the Atlantic where the thrones were on an elevated platform, the beautiful thrones were on the floor in front of us. The middle throne was actually not a throne at all, but a beautiful lounging couch. It was made from beautiful chocolate colored wood which was carved to look like a flower and feathers. The golden cushions covered the seat while round golden pillows sat on the edge between bottom cushion and wood. The two other thrones were made the same way but were true chairs rather than a couch.