The Sea Witch: A Little Mermaid Retelling (For the Love of the Villain Book 1) by Rebecca F. Kenney

Author:Rebecca F. Kenney [Kenney, Rebecca F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-11-25T18:30:00+00:00

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I want to go home.

Living on land in this human form has changed me far more than I expected. And I’m not happy about it.

Today I lied. I continued the ruse that I’m happily engaged to the prince, though in reality I despise him.

I stole from this kingdom—a small object, to be sure, but I’m no idiot. I know the little garnish fork must be worth far more than the Sea Witch is willing to say.

Yes, I lied by my actions, and I stole a treasure—and I also used my hand on the prince’s cock in the Vault of Queens. I did it so he would continue to trust me, to like me—so he wouldn’t insist on rutting with me on the floor of the vault. Knowing Kerrin as I do now, I understood that spraying his cum on the jewels of his ancestors would give him a sick satisfaction. He is a foul, selfish man, utterly blinded by his own perceived greatness.

It’s all I can do to stroll calmly through the festival at his side, dressed in my sumptuous gown of heavy emerald fabric, wearing the ponderous, garish jewelry he chose for me. He wouldn’t even let me select my own engagement jewels.

The festival is an assembly of hastily constructed, bright-colored tents, lined up in a double row along the boardwalk that follows the curve of the coast. There’s a sea wall bordering the area, and a blessed breeze rushing off the ocean, slithering between the booths and tents. The night wind cools and dries the sweat on my forehead.

Prince Kerrin and I are watching a troupe of six fire jugglers. Their talent fascinates and frightens me, though if I felt less sticky and uncomfortable I might enjoy the show more. As it is, the whirling heat of the torches they’re using only heightens the sense that I’m slowly boiling inside my gown. The prince chose my dress, of course—and instead of the usual low neckline or plunging back, this garment covers me entirely from ankles to wrists to chin. “Now no one else can enjoy what is mine,” he said contentedly, when he first saw me wearing it.

I managed to persuade my maids to leave my hair untouched, in the same coiffure as this morning. The tiny garnish fork is still deep inside the braids; one of its tines is poking my scalp.

Somehow I have to get away from Kerrin and find the Sea Witch. But there are so many guards all around us—so many villagers and vendors.

Reluctantly I shift my thoughts, formulating a wish for the Witch’s attention, calling his gaze. But nothing happens. And that means he must be very close by—too close for our remote connection to work. My insides ripple with excitement as I scan the crowd more carefully. Where is he? Can he see me right now?

A scream splits the night, and several horrified shouts erupt as one of the fire jugglers loses control of his torches. There’s a bright flash, an explosion of sparks carried high by a sudden gust of wind.

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