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Minze

Ruby (Right)

Daisy (Right)

Misty (Middle)

Bella

Amber

Cherry Blossom

He had other loyalties. He paused at the old iron door, half-concealed behind a rusted suit of armor. He touched the stone beside it. Once clockwise, once counter. It groaned open. The air changed instantly. Warmer. Wetter. Electric. A siren's prison always reeked of salt and sorrow. Ceto stepped into the long-forbidden corridor, breath catching slightly in his throat. He hadn’t seen her in months. Not since the deal. Not since he’d agreed to watch Wisteria… to get close… to prove himself. To earn this one thing. To keep Bella alive. He descended the spiral stairs into the holding chambers, lit only by bio-luminescent moss. The walls pulsed faintly with magic containment wards designed to trap ocean-born creatures. And at the very bottom? A glowing tank. Half-water, half-magic. The containment field shimmered like heat off glass. Inside, floating near the surface, lay Bella. Long black hair drifted around her shoulders. Her skin was pale, bluish, her tail curled like an exhausted serpent. Her lips were parted, her eyes closed, and for a split second, Ceto’s heart seized in fear— Then she stirred.

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A pause. A heartbeat. And then—she kissed him. No warning. Just lips, soft and trembling, brushing against his. He kissed her back like he’d been waiting for it. Because he had. The waves lapped gently around them as they held each other, water and warmth and something that felt dangerously like falling.

They watched the rest of the movie like that—her heartbeat steady against his, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her shoulder. The stars above, the screen flickering in front of them, but neither one is really paying attention anymore. Only to each other.

Wisteria returns to the castle with a secret weighing heavy. She's sick. Exhausted. Scared. And when Bridget finds her curled in bed, the truth finally slips out. “I’m pregnant.”

What follows is soft, quiet, a mother holding her daughter, no crowns or titles in the way. Wisteria admits it’s Archer’s, and that he wants a simple life in Chestnut Ridge. She’s not sure what comes next… but maybe, for the first time, she wants it. A farm. A family. Peace

Even if Bridget does say the words “milk goats.” 😳🐐

Wisteria’s journey carries on my boba tea tales legacy here.

"Look, I never asked to be royalty. Or brilliant. Or unfairly attractive. But here we are. I’m Ione. Son of the sea. Twin to the shy one. Engaged to a vampire with trust issues. And yes—I am as exhausting as I look. Come for the charm. Stay for the drama. Bring wine." Ione POV