Aqualia

“The pool is ready, Your Highness,” one of my executive ladies curtsied. 

Prince Mitchalus has been nothing but kind. Ever since the day on the patio, he made sure to keep scarce whenever I was around. There was one executive lady or the other to my beck and call. Though he never blessed me with his presence, he texted and called. 

I cruised into the glass-plated room with the pool. The drapes were drawn and the inside was invisible to everyone walking by. At my request, the pool was drained and filled with seawater. My next transformation cycle was not for another few days. Yet, I needed a swim in my true form. 

This week was a lonely one. Prince Marvelon was also avoiding me. I figured it was because of our last unpleasant encounter. Alex had warned me the prince was not too keen on the coupling movies. I could not understand why he did not want me to learn about it when he had it playing on the big mirror. 

I slipped int