Marvelon

Thanks to my little derailed into my miscreant side, I was late. The old man didn’t comment on it but got on with my training. I settled on the patch of grass overlooking the beach. Gramps paced in front of me with his hands behind his back. 

“What transpires during a Merfolk Royal debriefing?” His deep voice intertwined with the wind. 

I stretched out my legs and kept my eyes straight ahead. “The court assembles and each member relays the issue. Strategies for problems are also discussed at this time.” 

He practically beat this information in my head. Royal etiquette. Who said females were the only ones who got this training. I had to learn how to do everything as a King. For both creatures. Merfolks and Land folks. Each species was treated differently but with the same respect. 

“Hmm,” he whirred. “And, have you come up with a strategy for the problem at hand?” 

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