[Half woman, half fish, the Lady Mercury waits beneath the lake, beneath the shining surface. Her hair, laced with rows of sapphires, flows out from her face and sways like seaweed caught in the current.
Her voice is far too light, almost sweet, against the coldness of her words. She seems to treat it all as play.]
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Her voice is far too light, almost sweet, against the coldness of her words. She seems to treat it all as play.]
Take off the crown - if you want to live.