Second Chance at Love and Life
Reginald had a full set of jewelry crafted from pearls just for me.
He even wove shark-silk himself into loose robes that fit my growing belly, adorning them with bright, polished pearls.
The little fish and lower-ranked merfolk loved to gather around me, always chattering about whatever amusing gossip they heard from outside.
Later, they even started a musical, putting on full performances for me and Reginald.
By the end, everyone was laughing—not at the story, but at their overly dramatic faces and ridiculous expressions. It was too funny not to.