did you notice earlier that I used Cyril’s name  ?  it is a testament to my patience,  the slow burn of my revenge that I will be reenacting at my own will and pace.  I’ll use the demon scum’s name.  the only fantasies that get me through these periods of boredom is how I am going to dig my fingers in his fucking wing scars and fucking tear through every single god damn bud he has in his back.  that will before I take a knife to tear the rest of his fucking body to shreds.  there will be nothing left for you to look at because I’ll make sure to burn every single piece of his rotten demon scum ash after watching him scream as I use the purest of my silver collection on his sluiced up body.  I’ll smash his face in against a broken mirror too and make sure to embed all those crushed shards deep in his cheeks before beating his face in till all his fucking white teeth drop out.  

I’ll use this time to patiently plot out my extensive revenge for him and you both in great detail with nobody to disturb me.  once I’m ready,  I’ll break free.  I’d partially be your good boy,  I’ll stay locked inside for a good amount of time.  I’ll just be breaking out on my own terms.  

and it’ll be a fucking piece of cake.  it’s cute that you tried putting me in the highest security level prison.  but you forget the man I used to be,  I still remember all my tactical and combat skills from my time spent alive.  I haven’t been able to utilise them much recently since my only goal was to murder any filthy piece of scum you touch.  it’s called fucking strategic prioritisation.  now after spending time in reflection and exercising self-restraint,  I will come back bigger and better than ever.  getting out of here will be a fucking breeze,  no matter how much money you put into this.  my renewed hate will override it all.  

this is the first and last time you’ll be able to have some kind of physical peace from me.  I’m coming for your dreams,  every single second for the rest of your goddamn freak immortality mortal life.  I will haunt you,  hunt you down no matter what corner of earth you try fleeing to.  pool all your fucking billionaire resources and finances to try to keep me out.  but then watch and remember how I burn through it all,  based purely on my hatred alone.  I am the force that you can never seem to get rid of,  we are as natural as orbits and gravity.  you can keep trying to propel away from me but I’ll always bring you back in my realm.  

you can never get rid of me,  this is set for life.  now you will face a new type of presence from me,  one that is more calculating in his approach to bid his time for the sweetest revenge.  as I reflected and reflected over what you have done to me,  I have no doubts about my path anymore.  I was destined to be with you no matter what the circumstances.  and that I will prove to you shortly.  

nothing can save you from me now.

finally,  he fluidly halts right behind her in the chair as the song veers towards its first verse.  resting both hands gingerly on top of her shoulders,  he skims his palms down the outlines of her arms,  his fingers splayed out to delicately caress her skin down to her own fingertips.  pressing his lips against the crook of her ear,  he murmurs huskily.  “  you worked hard today,  you deserve anything you wish for.  even though you make earning millions look effortless.  personally,  I think that’s really sexy of you.  one day you should take me to your office.  I could . . .  ”   with just the right amount of his body weight pressing onto her back,  he angles his head down so he can press a hungry open-mouthed kiss on the curve of her neck.  “  help you out there.  ”  he repeats the motion a few times of running his seeking palms along her limbs but with alternating between dropping a flirtatious smooch on her cheek to a more passionate sucking on her neck’s curvature.  

“  oh  ?  how would you help me baby boy  ?  ”  no longer tolerating his upper hand on her,  quite literally,  she slips her grip free from him so she can start skimming at his own arms instead.  roughly squeezing at his biceps through the uniform,  she tilts her head to the side to catch the sight of his face as much as possible as she questions him with a curious lift of a brow.  

shaking his head at her for already trying to remind him of his position,  where he should be,  underneath her and wholly submissive,  he steps away from her hold on him so he can casually saunter in front of her now.  rolling his body along to the slow groove,  he ensures a safe distance between them before seductively inquiring.  “  something like this  ?  ”  dancing more energetically to the beat now,  a huge grin tugging on his face now,  he seamlessly opens the front of his army jacket in one clean go.  playing at the ends of the hem,  he opts for teasing her a little as he sways along with his jacket hanging off before he throws it off entirely in her direction.  

before she can react to him narrowly,  yet purposefully,  aiming his jacket throw an inch away from her head,  he gives her a good sight of the tight military green shirt underneath the jacket that remains on him.  taking five steps towards her then seven steps backwards,  he uses one hand to grab one side of his shirt to bunch it off his torso in another smooth manoeuvre  (  one that he had spotted online as a hack  )  to reveal himself as completely shirtless.  

now fully into the whole lap dance,  he walks back to her with a knowing grin and fully accepting his fate of being touched all over by her.  standing to her left side,  he props his left foot on her right thigh as his right hand combs through her silky locks with the biggest smug smile on his face.  with his abs at her eye level height,  he brings the attention to his thighs by smoothening his palm along the muscled ridges and down to his ass.  cupping the underside of his thigh,  he continues to stroke along it as he locks eye contact with her.  look what you got.  this is all for you.  

with a playful wink,  he laughs out of ticklish sensitivity when she leans in to nip at his abdomen as her hands find their way to grope at his ass.  as her tongue laves across the dips of his abs,  hand firmly squeezing his butt,  he thinks she’s enjoying herself a little too much now.  swinging his hoisted leg on her thigh on the other side of the chair,  he seats himself completely on her lap.  fully facing her now,  nose tip to nose tip,  he wraps his arms around her neck with another mischievous laugh.  on the other hand,  she doesn’t seem too amused.  trailing her hands down his sides,  her nails harshly dig into the flesh of his hips as her fingers roughly thumb over his abs.  raising a hand to his chin,  she suddenly grabs hold of his jaw in a tight lock between her forefinger and thumb as she angles his face right up close to hers.  

“  who taught you this ?  ”  she hisses out against his lips,  eyes blazing over with renewed fervent possessiveness.

“  I learnt from a youtube tutorial online so I could do this for you,  ”  he pouts at her.  to prove his point,  he begins to leisurely roll his hips up against her body,  a smirk taking over his features once again.  “  does that mean that I am doing a good job ?  ”  kissing at her thumb that digs in between his lips,  he leans with pouted lips in a request for a kiss.  obliging,  she tilts her head to grant him a viciously deep kiss with her fangs piercing his bottom lip and tongue swiping over the wound.  still playing with her hair between fingertips,  he returns the aggressive fervour of the kiss by shoving his tongue between her lips.  greedily sucking on her lips,  he pulls away slightly to create thin fraying strings of saliva between their lips before jumping off her lap.  

“  let me show you what else I learnt,  ”  he insists firmly as he turns around,  presenting her with the sight of his ass.  surely she can’t protest against this.  testing the waters,  he bends over in front of her,  his fingers splayed out once again as he shows off the planes of his thighs and ass.  repeating the move a few times,  he gasps in lustful shock when she abruptly leans in to sink her fangs deep into his ass.  

with his stomach jolting with butterflies,  he knows he can’t keep up with this move or she is going to distract him from the moves he learnt by touching his ass too much.  already feeling his cock stiffening in his pants,  he waits for her to finish mangling his ass before flopping right back down on her lap.  as his back is still facing her,  he leans backwards,  carefree of how he rests his full body weight on her as he rests the back of his head on her shoulder.   locking both arms behind her neck,  he spreads his legs far enough so he can begin to roll his body mid air on and off her to the beat.  almost immediately,  her arms tightly curl around him as a hand sneaks down,  smoothening over his abs but creeping right down to his pants to cup his growing bulge.  

“  that’s cute of you baby but we’ve got a problem to take care of.  ”  a devious finger pinches at the tip of his head through the cloth which shamefully incites a breathy high pitched moan of pain from him.  

“  no,  I’m not done yet.  ignore that.  ”  with a huff,  he wiggles off her lap again and opts to face her once again.  resting his palms on her knees,  dog tags swaying off his chest,  he stares deeply into her eyes with the same cheeky grin as he sashays his hips.  on impulse,  she yanks hold of his dog tag chains to jerk him in for another rough kiss which he responds to happily.  she wastes no time to gnaw on his bottom lip,  willing it to be puffy from the eliciting of blood.

“  get on my lap,  ”  she demands,  tone unyielding and excessively authoritative as she seizes hold of his wrists in case he tries backing off again.  obediently listening to her,  he seats himself back on her lap although he keeps his legs swinging off her as he sits across on her lap now.  just locking a single arm around her neck,  he feigns a look of offence at her.  

“  you’re not going to touch me  ?  touch me.  this is all yours.  ”  he challenges her,  sucking in his breath to flex his abs for emphasis.  

she retaliates by raking her razor sharp nails across his abdomen before grabbing his face once again so she can murmur against his lips.  “  be a good boy and do those moves for me one more time but with all your clothes off.  ” 

he knows she isn’t going to let him go through his dance routine uninterrupted and that at one point she is definitely going to take advantage of his fully erect dick.  but who is he to argue with her.  at least he’s bestowed the memory of him attempting to give her a lap dance in his uniform to her now.  

so he stands up,  shoving his pants down. 

“  faster.  ”

another sip of his bourbon on the rocks is an unconscious reminiscence to what his treacherous love enjoys indulging herself for a choice of drink.  there is some woman perched besides him on one of the stools at the bar but he hasn’t taken a glimpse of her face yet despite the fact that she is relentless with her pitiful attempts of sultry engagement.  you’re not Inés.  you never could nor ever will be her.  she is on a different level to you all.  please shut the fuck up.   

he continues to thumb and thumb at his ring,  his eyes flitting half-closed as he sharply inhales the aromatic scents of the bourbon.  it all reminds him of her.  no matter what he fanatically throws himself into to at least get out of his mind for a few minutes,  her presence refuses to leave.  she has leeched her roots and implanted them far too deep in his heart that all he can do is sit at this bar,  close his eyes,  take in the earthy warm scents of vanilla and butterscotch that tugs on the strings of his heart with a gory twist of resentment that oozes out all his incubated hate towards her.  what have you done to me  ?  she has made sure that all his mental fixation remains solely on her and only her.  it drives him insane,  his knuckles whitening as his grip tightens fiercely around his glass,  teeth gritting in nostalgic agitation as the fog of Inés Inés Inés wholly engulfs his system.  this is the drink she likes take in that one crystallised whiskey tumbler she sets aside for the times they relax together in the bath together with.  these are the honeyed hints of what tastes off her skin with such tantalising allure.  this is all Inés Inés Inés. 

“  what is she like  ?  ”  is the one question from the incessant woman sitting next to him that pierces through his whimsical despise-tinged recollections of the woman who has destroyed him worse than any of his family members did to him.  he will make her pay for it,  that is for certain.  if she thinks she can shovel out his presence in her life,  she is about to become sorely disappointed.  he has always told her this before,  he is here to stay by her side and never leave.

without any disruption to his spiteful revenge fantasies that begin to manifest in a lustful storm of appeasement,  his gaze remains on the ever glimmering wedding ring band on his finger and how painstakingly perfect it naturally looks to be placed there.  another excruciating stab to his heart elicits an imperceptible flinch from him as he wonders what she did with her wedding ring yet.  

“  she is unlike any other,  ”  he smugly narrates to the ever curious female although the metallic tang of blood pools in his mouth as he bites down on his tongue in vicious spite to be admitting such a thing.  “  a fucking nightmare.  a daydream.  all the clichés of that paradox can be applied to her.  she is someone you aspire to be but you know that you will never even be able to glimpse the unreachable level she is at.  she can make you feel like you don’t mean shit to her but you will try your best to appeal to her with your redeeming qualities anyway.  she creates a new set of conduct and morals in you.  she isn’t untouchable though.  she is here.  she is present.  everyone follows her on social media.  I can reach out to her.  I can touch her if she wants it.  but she is a demon and makes no attempt to hide it.  she will rub your face into dirt and then make you lick it clean off her shoes.  you will have the illusion that you managed to secure her emotional intimacy and trust for you that you begin to think that you know the emotions surfacing to her eyes.  when she is deep in thoughts,  calculating and observing you,  you won’t be able to stop staring at her lips.  she has a habit of licking over her teeth and folding her arms when she is examining you  —  taking amusement from whatever you said or did.  over time,  if she lets you,  you will get to know all her quirks.  believe that you got touch and gently bring out her emotionally attuned functions.  but in the end,  you forget that she is a demon.  she hunts prey for fun.  she will get countries starting world war three over her just because she feels a little bored and wants to purposefully start shit as long as it doesn’t affect her wealth and assets too much.  lures you in with a false sense of security.  brings along her demon boytoy because she doesn’t know how to commit to the one person who is willing to accept every part of her.  she is smart.  she knows how to play her games.  she is a menace to the fabric of society by doing whatever the fuck she wants without any consequences.  ” 

willing himself to take another deep breath,  the action merely comforting and placebo from the mere habit of doing so,  he takes another sip of his bourbon with a forlorn sigh mingling with an uttered groan of annoyance.  a twisted smile upturns the corners of his lips,  his heart dropping to his stomach as he whispers out,  a few syllables cracking under his distressed state of mind.  “  but what do you do when you find out that this demon also gave birth to two of your baby boys who are the most beautiful ones to ever exist  ?  this woman who lives to hurt managed to mother my children with so much love.  where is her love  ?  I can’t see it for me.  I can see it in our beautiful baby’s eyes that light up when they see their mother.  I can see it lining their bodies with their fat rolls.  how they wiggle in happiness when she comes into their view.  she loves them but she doesn’t love me.  is it so wrong of me for wanting to spend time with my own boys  ?  she drives me insane . . .  I love her and I fucking hate her with my entire heart.  she is the only one who owns me and is allowed to have me.  Min Inhye.  that is who she is.  the love of my life.  the mother of my children.  my fucking downfall.  ”  

he spits out the last few words with utmost venom before he aggressively chugs down the rest of his bourbon,  the liquid scorching his already parched throat in the process but he pays no mind to it. slamming the glass back down on the counter,  he glances down at his ring once again.  something stirs within him,  a pathetic sense of all I want is her and to take me back.  but now she has his sworn enemy by her side now and that is something he cannot allow.  he will not lose this fight.  his heart craves for respite and reconciliation.  is it really too late to hope for that still  ?  but he remembers how she gave birth to their gorgeous baby boys all on her own,  already damning their life without a stable father figure that he knows he can be.  he remembers how she has so cruelly parted him from his own children without a single word of his say in this matter.  he remembers how she had the nerve to attempt to talk him down the moment he witnessed with his own eyes with how that fucking demon boytoy of hers just casually strolled in her living room to start playing with his babies.  the babies that are supposed to be carrying down the Ahn family name.  his baby boys,  the ones he always dreamt about having when the blood was still flowing through his veins.  she took it all away from him.

he yanks the wedding ring off.

finally,  he looks up to observe the face of the woman who provoked his bitter tangent about Inés.  you don’t look like Inés.  he eyes her distastefully from head to toe,  his mind automatically distinguishing her with repulsion on all the points that separate her likeliness to Inés.  no,  he needs someone like her.  it will make it easier for him.  after all,  why should he fuck someone who is five foot three with fried split ends  ?  he gives a curt dismissal of disinterest before moving on.  it has to be someone like Inés with the same gorgeous raven locks,  the amber hues of her eyes,  the tapered ends of her canines,  the proud impressive lifted back slope of her shoulders,  the legs that go on for days . . . 

this does not slip past her,  her palm brushing over his groin to test the extent of his growing erection.  toying with him,  she blows a puff of air into his ear which invokes immediate shuddering from the prince yet again.  from time to time,  she peers over his side to watch his peacefully sleeping flushed face in still attention.  

before the breaking clouds of dusty pink to announce dusk arrives,  the siren withdraws from the prince’s side in favour of poking around his royal chambers.  there are plenty of portraits for her to track his lineage and all the handed-down ornaments that he proudly cherishes in hanging displays.  the kingdom’s affinity for being the country of flowers is highlighted in the prince’s chambers with detailed pink and baby blue wreaths hanging all over.  his desk facing the grand balcony in which the moonlight douses its reflective light is his favourite spot,  evident in how it is still full of scribbled letters and strewn portraits.  some of the bewitching siren that he has recently encountered.  Inés can see how he has neatly annotated her with  ‘ the most beautiful woman I have ever seen ’   and  ‘ gorgeous long-flowing black hair ’.  much to her amusement,  the prince covered her pubic region with a puff of cloud and made sure to cover her nipples with her locks of hair although the curves of her breasts are still accurately drawn.  

then the endless array of gold-textured books in his mini library to explain the prince’s irrational night-time behaviours.  his dreams of chasing fairytales are exposed through his book choices of mythical beasts,  adventure mapping and navigating through the cosmos.  she flits through the pages of every single book,  eventually coming across his hidden smuggled book of obscene knowledge on intimate love-making.  this piques her interest even more as to why the prince self-censored the pictures with opaque paper flaps and how the ones with the most dented creases are positions that she had personally never seen before either.  

approaching the slumbering prince,  she crawls on top of him this time.  breasts pressed against his arm,  she peers down on him with heightened curiosity after gifted with newfound knowledge on who he is and what he spends his time luxuriating in.  

“  you are full of many dreams little prince,  ”  her voice,  smooth and sultry as ever,  elicits his erection to its full state.  “  my hope,  my heaven,  my trust must be,  my gentle guide,  in following thee.  ”  she directly quotes one of his fantasied sentences in his hidden notebook before giving him one last sniff.  

the siren departs.  

in wake of her leave,  Jaewoo shortly arises from his strange-tinged sleep.  unwilling to stir too much in case he was to disturb the presence of the other,  he is swift to realise that she is gone if it wasn’t all a dream.  stomach curling with nostalgic nausea,  he sits up with drowsy eyes and a cock heavy with lust.  swirling thoughts of undecipherable moments between his dreams and reality confuses the prince.  the balcony doors are still tightly shut but the air of the room is inherently different.  gusts of fresh air and the distinguishable scent of his siren still linger around him — the ghost of her nipples also refusing to depart from his tingling body.  

before he is about to rush out to his sprawling balcony,  his acute senses pick up the unfamiliar sensation of something pricking into the back of his neck and arm.  baffled,  he hisses in pain when the foreign objects inflict deeper pain when he grazes his palm over the area.  realising he has to pick it out one by one,  he unfurls his palm to a set of iridescent scales.  jaw dropping,  he doesn’t have to think twice about who this belongs to.  after all,  he has spent hours obsessively re-sketching and re-annotating the otherworldly woman of his dreams.  he has noted it all down to meticulous high detail.  from the sheer gold glisten of her skin to the piercing set of razors that seem to be her teeth.  

she was here  !  it was not all a dream  !

glancing down at his velvet-gold embroidered sheets,  the iridescent scales are daintily scattered all over,  now illuminating the rosy peach skies that dapple through his high windows,  Jaewoo cannot stop buzzing with enlightened excitement to know that his dream was not a mere dream.  now he has one itching question :  why did she visit him  ?  is it normal for sirens to venture far from their lakes  ?

he must find out tonight. 

it is agonising with the way how his day rolls on so torturously slow.  highly conscious of his position and being the studiously obedient son,  Jaewoo does enjoy his responsibilities and tasks that he has to undertake as a prince alongside his twin brother.  but today isn’t the day where he can patiently wait everything out when he knows the woman of his dreams paid a nightly visit to him in his sleep.  forget the fact that he had to immediately relieve himself of his erection shortly whilst the scent of her lingered in the air and on his cushions and that he deliberately rubbed his thighs against her scales as he rubbed his erection out.  

“  you are unusually terse today my dear brother,  ”  Taesoo quips with his eyes dancing with mischievous knowing light as the princes march down the gardens for an afternoon tea with a visiting ambassador.  “  is it a woman  ?  ”

jerked out of his thoughts of how he can replicate her scent with the palace’s flowers,  Jaewoo stares at him with widened eyes.  “  w-what.  no.  well yes.  I hate to lie to you.  it is a woman.  am I that transparent  ?  forgive me.  I hope it will not show during tea.  ”

“  no need to fear,  I’m the one who knows you best.  I do believe nobody else suspects the same thing.  if they do,  they all suppose you just want to go off for your evening gallop or whatever strenuous exercise that gets your excitement out.  ”  Taesoo shrugs nonchalantly,  shooing off a bumblebee with a laugh.  “  now isn’t the best time to ask about her but you will promise to tell me later,  yes  ?  ”

“  of course,  ”  Jaewoo can easily blurt out since he still in the process of figuring out Inés’ history so there isn’t a tremendous amount to divulge.  “  I’ve only just met her but she is out of this world... there is still so much I need to learn about her.  ”   and I got her scales in a jewellery pouch that I jerked off to last night.

Taesoo seems to clue in the out of the world notion unbeknownst to Jaewoo so he does not press further as they approach their high-tea.  

the rest of the day drolls on,  the kingdom usually blessed with breezy winds and buttery warm sunlight.  Jaewoo’s agitated nerves are soothed by the palace’s lakeside scent and glittery oceanic depths as he goes for his evening stroll.  he can’t help but wistfully think that there is something intangibly meant to be between him and the lady of the lake when his own kingdom is known for its lakesides and all he has ever grown up and known is the giant lake body that his palace grounds is built around on.  the siren’s lake seems to embody some characteristics of what he usually sees,  his most adored parts of the palace grounds where weeping willows,  bloomed wisteria and lily pads adorn the shimmering lake ripples.  utterly gorgeous except the siren’s lake has the eerie mist and surreal air to differentiate it from a normal body of water.  

he makes sure to eat extra carbs during dinner and sneaks away extra bread and pastries for his nightly excursion.  as per his usual sneaking out routine,  he trained his body to sleep for two hours before awakening at midnight to commence his voyage to the woman of his dreams.  this night he does mull over his choice of dressing more than usual before settling on his typical choice of his ruby encrusted golden armour set.  

after sneaking out the palace grounds and into the arching vast shadows of the forest,  he clambers into his full armour before retracing his memorised journey back to the lake.  munching on a pastry on his way,  he saves the jam-centre pastry to share with her in curious inkling of how she would react to human treats.  

and there it is,  he begins to near the concealed weeping willow obstructed flower-dotted landscape of the siren’s lake.  from afar,  he thinks he can spot the siren in her fully naked form glowing underneath the ripples of pure white moonlight.  but as he draws closer,  she is nowhere to be seen.  

“  miss lady of the lake,  ”  he calls for her,  voice catching in his throat from sheer joy.  “  I have not one but several questions for you to answer tonight.  ”

but not a bubble of air nor a twitch of a movement is in sight.  the lake is still,  the moon crescent in its glistening imagery on the transparent undisturbed aquatic surface.  bristling fluffs of reeds demurely sway in the slight breeze that gusts by every now and then but the rest of the ecosystem is unperturbed.  bare glimmers of the rich bedrocks heaped with mountains of gold twinkle alongside the petal soft moonlight.  the siren is nowhere in sight despite a few more desperate greetings from the prince as he traverses the perimeter of the lake with beseeching eyes.  

eventually after thirty minutes of roaming around in strategic circles and wiggling on tree logs for a higher viewpoint,  the prince settles to sit by the side.  unfurling the letter he had written as a back-up communication point,  he tightly ties it up in a silk ribbon before squeezing it in a cork bottle. 

sailing out the little glass bottle,  now sealed with a twine of an orange blossom,  his heartfelt questions and desires,  he watches the bottle bob out to the middle.  the second it reaches the middle point of the grand crescendo of the moonlit lake,  it sinks down in a froth of bubbles which he guesses most treasures end up getting sucked in.  

with a little hum,  he gets out his jam-filled pastry before attempting his unabashed plea.  “  I brought a pastry for you to try from the palace,  I thought we may perhaps eat this one together ?  ”

and there she is.  seemingly out of nowhere in full naked glory underneath the beaming moonlight,  soft ripples cresting out from her defined waist as she appears out in the middle of the lake.  wordless,  she peers at him and it takes all of Jaewoo’s might not to allow his eyes to wander where the trickles of crystal clear water from her raven locks cascade down to.  

“  there you are,  ”  he breathlessly rejoices.  before he can revel in his victory,  she completely disappears from his sight again.  “  wait  !  ”

now she appears behind the reeds on the other side of the lake,  almost ghostly with how she teleports from one spot to another.  the stillness of the reeds conceal flecks of her nude figure as she continues to gaze at him,  a wicked glint in her eyes now.  tilting her head at him noiselessly,  she seems to beckon to him.  

scrambling to his feet immediately,  Jaewoo rushes to get over to her where she stands by running on the side of the lake.  when he draws several yards closer,  she dissipates yet again in a blink of a second.  this seems to be their particular routine of cat and mouse.  the unspoken thrill in the chase of the legend prolonged the start of any actual conversation in favour of Jaewoo showing off his steely determination in catching the siren.  as she flits back and forth between various spots around the floral dotted lake,  she initiates the official beckoning of the prince to come to her with a subtle twist of her body and an arm outreached towards him,  drawing him in towards her direction with a crooked finger.  

at this point,  the prince is almost breathless since he gets engrossed in the physical task of reaching her as soon as possible even within his laden armour.  not that he minds at all,  he can only fervently and ardently pray that this is a unique sequence that she engages with only him and him alone.  their little dance and chase routine.  it brings a smile of gratification to his lips once he is finally allowed to be caught up to the siren,  back to her original chase spot in the reeds.  

the prince wades to her in the shallow depths,  eyes dancing with the reflection of the stars and the moon in the ever-lit night sky. 

“  I dreamt of you last night,  ”  he wastes no time in his confession,  breathless and flushed in his pursuit.  “  that you visited me in my dreams,  back home in the palace.  y-you spent the night with me.  it felt too real,  almost as if you were actually there.  there was nothing but the scent of you to fill my lungs.  was that a mere dream of mine or did you happen to visit without my knowledge  ?  ”

“  would you wish me to visit you in your dreams,  little prince  ?  ”  she answers his question with another of her own,  tongue running over the tips of her razor teeth.  her fingertips skim over the aquatic surface,  toying with the ripples.  as she does so,  her wetted strands sway from side to side,  exposing her breasts to the full pale moonlight.  causing the prince to flush crimson deep,  he averts his eyes to fiercely concentrate on what her eyes have to offer as a guess to what she really means.  

“  I would like greatly that,  yes.  I hadn’t received such comfort in a while.  as surreal in its realism it was,  I was hoping for it to be true.  that you did indeed visit me last night.  I slept soundly for once.  ”  he pauses,  her head beckoning inquisitively as her arms fold across her chest.  “  but if you were to do so,  what would be your intentions  ?  ” 

“  what intentions do you seek from a siren such as myself me little prince  ?  ”  she teases,  her teeth duly glittering as the moonlight catches her unnatural set of razors.  gracefully taking a stride closer to him,  Jaewoo’s heart palpitations rapidly pick up,  the prince immediately gulping in nervous anticipation.  he wonders if she can hear how loud his heartbeat is.  how embarrassing.  

his immediate thoughts are of her being swollen happy,  pregnant with his babies whilst their other children are playing about on the fine lawn of the palace’s curated flower gardens.  he would very much like to indulge in all the ballroom waltzes with her,  sneaking away from the high of the royal affairs party to kiss her passionately at the top of the staircases underneath the romantic soft glow of the hundred lit chandelier.  what he would do to see the form of her naked back perched on his study desk chair,  cascading raven locks tumbling off her shoulders as he gets to hear her read out from his favourite poetry sets.  they could sit on one of the many grand pianos situated in the drawing rooms after afternoon tea,  janking out coupley tunes together in synced silliness.  

basically,  he would like to court her to be his future wife it seems.  but surely he cannot expose that so early to her  !

“  the intentions I seek from you... I would be happy to accept any from you as long as it does no harm to me,  nor my family or kingdom.  I do have to say that I would be disappointed if you did not take a personal interest in who I am as person.  since I am very much interested in knowing you as a whole.  who is Inés,  what is her history as the most recalled beautiful legend.  I want to know it all.  I’d like to know you all.  I’m quite interested in you.  you could say there is... emotional investment too.  ”  he admits sheepishly,  cheeks colouring peachier.  

another stride closer,  she is now right at his chest and Jaewoo gets to admire her lengthy height that matches his stature.  he can meticulously scrutinise how the glistening droplets of her lake bead across her locks,  intensifying the sheen of glimmering gold that seems to canvas her figure.  her fingertips trace his embedded family’s crescent before resting upon his chest,  where his thumping heart wildly races behind.  

“  tell me more,  what do you mean by that.  ”  she huskily murmurs out,  thumbing across his armour.  this does not help his case at all,  he feels close to passing out with the way how his heart does not seem to abate in its racing palpitations.  

“  the scales on your wrist... I saw some of them in my bed.  was it really all a dream my lady  ?  ”  Jaewoo blurts out,  unable to hold in his question the second he saw the iridescent cadence glittering off her held up wrist that lays upon his chest.   

“  what if it wasn’t all a dream.  would say you little prince  ?  ”  she gently interrogates with a low hum.  

well,  that is far too many things as a confirmation for him to comprehend.  he is admittedly unprepared for this line of scenario and the implications of what she is hinting at is far too beyond his dreams to fathom.  

“  that you should be my date for our upcoming ball,  whether you would like to be one in public with me or if you wish to seek a low profile initially.  I’d like to show you around where I grew up personally,  a tour around with my own individual insights.  then we may sneak out together to my own lake.  ”  Jaewoo decides to go for the kill,  start courting her immediately whether she perceives it as such or not.  

“  then do what at your lake  ?  ”  Inés breathes across his lips,  eyes wickedly taunting him to spell it out.  

“  uh - um,  we could read.  do portraits.  have a picnic but you’d have to tell me siren dietary requirements besides greedy men.  ”  Jaewoo tries not to get himself in a tizzy of what it could be like making out in his favourite hidden spot by his lakeside.  

“  I can substitute with little princes for one night,  ”  she airily laughs,  teeth glinting pure white.

“  a-after we get to know each other better  !  ”  he deduces her words a particular way which elicits further airy laughter out of her.  

kissing two of her fingertips,  she presses them to the lips of the breathless prince who is instantly on a climatic high of restless elation.  before he knows it,  she is out in the middle of the lake again,  breasts fully out in the midst of the shimmering moonlight as she gazes back to him with a coy smile.