Broken followed the Queen as they moved through the grand corridors of the palace.
Queen Nerisa floated effortlessly ahead, her long, silken hair drifting gracefully through the water with each movement. Behind him, the two elite merfolk guards glided smoothly, their posture composed and perfect.
Meanwhile—
Broken had to jump and swim in awkward bursts just to keep up.
Honestly? This felt ridiculous.
There was no graceful way to "walk" underwater without looking like an idiot, and compared to them, he felt like a flailing fish.
But he kept his face completely unreadable—as if this was totally fine and he wasn't, in fact, low-key annoyed by how inelegant he looked right now.
Eventually, they arrived at a grand hall, leading to a massive, ornate door ahead of them.
The two elite guards floated forward, placing their hands against the intricately carved coral panels, and with a low, rumbling shift, the doors swung open.
Queen Nerisa turned to him and gestured inside.
