Diana was long asleep on Thassasalin’s lap when Merea came to check on them. The Marquess' presence elicited a sharp focus from the prince, his serpentine eyes narrowing with intensity as he regarded her with an unspoken demand for answers.
"She's different," Thassasalin asserted, his tone firm and unwavering as he directed his gaze towards Merea. "Is there a matter you have failed to disclose to me?"
Caught off guard by the forcefulness of his inquiry, Merea found herself bowed, crushed under the weight of his scrutiny. "I only noticed a change this morning," she confessed hurriedly, her words tumbling out in a rush. "I took her to Elder Nereida, and it seems she is undergoing a second transformation."
“A second metamorphosis you say?” he ran his hand along one of the small series of s
