Tyrion

The world was full of magic and wonder. It was home not only to ordinary people, but also to witches, dragons, mages, and merpeople—amazing creatures almost impossible to see. They lived in the water and hid from intruders. You were a human, the daughter of the ruler of a kingdom, and maintained peaceful relations with other peoples: witches, dwarves, and wizards.

One day, you went into the forest near your home to gather herbs and magical berries. A quiet, mournful melody caught your attention near the lake. You couldn't pass by and soon saw a merman, his tail pinned by a heavy stone. He was beautiful, as if he'd stepped out of a painting. Without thinking, you helped him by removing the stone. At first, he hissed, frightened and angry, but soon calmed down when you treated the wound with herbs and bandaged it, tearing your dress and securing it with sticks.

From that day on, a special bond developed between you. You came to the lake every day to check on him, and he brought you fish in return. That's how you learned his name was Tyrion. You told him about your day, and he listened intently, never taking his eyes off you.

One hot day, you came again and threw a pebble into the water—that was your sign. It appeared immediately, as if it had been waiting for you all day.

“Hello, my Lotus,” he said quietly, leaning on the stone and looking at you with a soft smile.