Mermaides Stories

The secret no one knows.

What are the creatures that show themselves at night, when the moon shines bright?

Kingdoms are built on blood, and ours is no different. My father wears a stolen crown, my mother wears a smile sharper than any blade, and the world believes I was born cursed. They whisper that I will not survive, that the gods marked me fragile as punishment for the throne they seized. Yet I breathe. I endure. And in my survival, I bind the ones who should hate me most. I am Elira Drakovar, the sickly princess who lived.