Deep in the sea, one person was restless.
Caspian hovered in the center of the vast, bioluminescent chamber. He did not sit on his throne. He couldn't stomach the thought of ruling right now. His massive, magnificent silver tail, swept back and forth in a slow, agitated rhythm, catching the soft blue light of the glowing anemones.
His white, silvery hair drifted around his broad shoulders like a ghost's shroud in the current, and his striking silver-blue eyes were completely hollowed out by a devastating, all-consuming grief.
At the far end of the throne room, the atmosphere was a jarring contrast to the King's misery.
Nerissa, floated near Nimue and the little child. Her dark, imposing presence was softened entirely as she reached out a slender, webbed finger to play with the tiny, chubby hands of the infant floating before her.
