“We’ll find a way, Polly.” I told her. “Now you have the whole evening to yourself, so what do you want to do?”
“Well…”
And that’s how I found myself an hour later in my pyjamas in the living room. Blankets, duvets, and pillows surrounded us, along with bowls of popcorn. Polly had chosen some films to watch and had made me bring down a selection of nail varnishes and nail files.
“I always wanted a slumber party with my sister. All my friends with sisters did it.” Polly informed me.
“Well, now we are doing. Aged twenty-four and twenty-seven.” I raised an eyebrow.
Theo knocked on the door and came in bearing two bottles of vintage wine. “I shall check on you later before dawn, where I fully expect to find two intoxicated females snoring.”
“Thanks for letting me borrow your wife, Theo.” Polly smiled at him.
I guffawed with laughter.
“Yes. The chances of me having a say in the matter are as indicated by your sister’s laughter. However, did she need my permission, she would have been given it.”
“Darling, you say the most romantic things.” I leapt up and kissed his cheek.
“I’ll leave you to it.” He replied.
Charlie was out with Alyssa and I’d called her and told her that even though she might want to come and join us, I’d appreciate it if we could be left alone just this once to be able to talk to one another. We’d been skirting around the issue of our upbringing and the time had come to get things out in the open.
“Did you carry on sneaking out of the house once I’d left?”
“Yeah. I couldn’t do it very often though because someone would have been bound to tell the folks they’d seen me sneaking off down the street, so I only did it when there was a great party happening.”
“I apologise, Polly. I’d never seen it from your point of view. All I noted was all the attention you got, and the new clothes, and the pony, etc.”
“I don’t even like horses, Shelley.”
“I bet if we’d have had chance we’d have gotten along really well. Our parents have a lot to answer for.” I sipped my wine slowly.
“Well, we’ll just have to make up for it now, won’t we?”
“Absolutely, and the first thing we’re going to do is make sure that you can date whoever you want. I think Mark and Debbie Linley have had enough sway over our lives so far. It’s time for the kids to revolt.”
Chapter Seven
Shelley
I dressed in my usual jeans and a tee shirt, to find everyone else in their best clothes.
“You can’t meet your subjects dressed like that.” Theo looked horrified, being Mr Etiquette himself.
“The minute I arrive, they are going to throw sea water at me, so what’s the point in me making an effort?” His sour glance had me rolling my eyes and heading back upstairs to put on a nice dress.
Eventually we left and made our way to the beach where we’d be escorted into the depths of the sea.
“How does this even work?” Polly asked looking out over the beach. “How do we get in there, breathe, etc?”
“Did Drake not tell you this stuff?” I asked her.
“He said that the residents of the sea were bound by an oath not to disclose their secrets to anyone who had not visited.”
“Everything is always an oath, a treaty, or some other puzzle with these people.” I complained.
“Patience, daughter.” My father said tapping my shoulder. “You’ll find out soon enough because their vehicle is just pulling up on the beach.”
We all looked on the beach. There was nothing there.
“Dad, I think you might have had a touch too much sun today.”
Then there was a shimmer and in front of us appeared a silver-blue boat on wheels. A middle-aged man exited and walked towards us with a clipboard and pen.
“Good evening all. I’ll just do a roll-call.”
“Seriously?”
The man looked affronted. “This is my job, M’lady, and I am honoured to escort my Queen.”
“You’re insulting him.” My father whispered to me.
Oh my god, these sea people were a sensitive bunch.
“My apologies… Sir. Carry on.”
“Queen Shelley of Wyvern Sea?”
“Here.”
“Former King Dylan of Wyvern Sea?”
“I’m present, Daniel. Thank you for collecting us this evening.”
Daniel bowed.
“Charlene Landry, future ruler of Wyvern Sea?”
Charlie did an elaborate curtsy and Daniel threw himself face down on the sand at her feet. He looked back up, spluttering sand from his mouth.
“No, no, no, M’lady, you do not curtsy to us. I must always be lower than you.” He stood back up once Charlie had done the same.
After finishing the roll call, we were asked to climb aboard the boat which looked like any other boat I’d ever seen. I’d never been on one before and I was looking forward to looking at the view out there. So, when it shot down through the sand at a terrifying speed I may have screamed—loudly. I wasn’t on my own though. My mother, Polly, Charlie, and Theo had all done the same.
My father’s gaze darted around, and he appeared unable to look any of us in the eyes.
“Did you not think to warn us of this, Dylan?” My mother’s curt tone rang around the boat.
“Sorry, I was too busy thinking about seeing the beautiful sea again.”
“Men.” My mum muttered.
Then shutters came down over the boat plunging us into darkness and the boat shot forwards at a pace my stomach did not appreciate, maybe twice faster than my vamp speed. I looked likely to lose my lunch at this rate. Thank goodness we’d not had dinner before we left, having been told there would be a banquet in our honour.
After a minute or so, the boat stopped, and the shutters came back up. I gasped at what was before me. A large palace that on the outside resembled a giant sandcastle. The strangest thing was, we could not detect the water, despite being under the sea. Shoals of fish swam past us appearing as if in mid-air. I took in a giant lungful of breath. It was just as if we were on land, except we weren’t privy to being invited inside a giant sandcastle there.
“If you would like to follow me. I will take you to Duke Brishon.” Daniel said.
“It’s time to put on your crown.” My father prompted me.
“Oh God, here we go. Wait for this, Polly. At how regal I look in a rusty crown with dried seaweed on it.”
Except when I opened my bag and went to lift out the crown I had given barely a thought to, just dumping it inside—it wasn’t there. Inside my bag was a gleaming gold crown festooned with jewels. Sapphires, rubies, diamonds, and emeralds sparkled as I lifted it out.
“What the—”
My father smirked. “Now it’s in its true home it has revealed its true self.”
“As shall I. I bid you farewell until it is time to take you home.” Daniel’s face changed into that of a fish and he darted off.
I’d not thought my life could get any more bizarre, but at this point I was considering the fact I may actually be resident in a psychiatric facility shouting about supernaturals while they held me down and injected me.
I brought my attention back to the gorgeous crown in my hands. “So, this has been in my possession all along, but on land it looks like it should be thrown on a skip?”
“Yes. Otherwise the more salubrious characters who live in the sea would steal our treasures and try to sell them ashore.” Duke Brishon came into view, his belly wobbling up and down as he walked. He was dressed in a sea-green tight lycra outfit. I didn’t know where to put my eyes. The Duke, who looked portly and on the early side of sixty, was wearing a cap sleeved lycra crop top and the tightest leggings known to man. It would appear there were two limpets and a sand worm captured around the groin area. Goddamn it, I’d looked. My lunch threatened to make a further reappearance. I made my gaze head hig
her, higher than the rotund hairy belly, higher than the moobs, up to his face. God help me, how long was I supposed to endure this?
“Queen Shelley. Thank you for joining us here in Wyvern Sea.” He bowed.
“Thank you, Duke Brish- aaarrrrgghhhhh.”
Out of nowhere a seeming ton of sea water emptied over me like a shower, drenching me from head to foot. Everyone else in my party looked sophisticated and very, very dry.
Theo came to my side and took a crab out of my hair.
“Shall we?” The Duke indicated inside of the massive sandcastle. I nodded my head, and we followed him through the entrance.
“I trust you had a good journey over?” Brishon chatted as we entered an enormous living room. To say the outside resembled a sandcastle, inside was like a footballer’s mansion, with no expense spared. I had thought the decor would all be about the sea and there would be shells everywhere, but I realised that was stereotypical thinking. I lived on earth but didn’t have a house full of mud. Instead it was painted entirely white, with zebra print rugs, and leopard print cushions. An enormous television covered part of one wall, and classical music played through speakers dotted throughout the room.
“Take a seat on one of the many comfortable sofas and I shall arrange refreshments.”
Once we had given our request for drinks to a member of his household staff, I began to ask the many questions I had buzzing around my brain.
“How does this work, Brishon? How come we can’t see the sea underwater? I thought we’d have to wear a scuba kit or something.”
“Well, that would be highly inconvenient for everyone who lives here wouldn’t it? The sea as a liquid is an illusion, cast to deter humans from entering our realm. In reality it is an adaptable substance. Therefore, fish can swim here but we can also live here as you would above the water, without the need for equipment. For anyone swimming underground, the sea will disguise the buildings and trick divers into swimming around things. It’s probably best to just accept it rather than try to understand it. The main thing you need to know is that you are currently not drowning due to the fact you are Queen, and your guests are alive because they are part of your entourage. For example, was Polly to attempt to visit here alone, she’d find herself coughing, spluttering, and moments from death.”
So, we were getting straight to the point.
“However, should she come as a guest of your son, Lord Drake, she would be able to visit, wouldn’t she?”
“No. Not without my blessing. So, you see we have a situation where you can overrule me if you believe this union is watertight, pardon the pun. Otherwise there’s a problem as Drake cannot live on land for long without a visit to the sea, and if he doesn’t follow the rules of my kingdom, then I can ensure the water doesn’t let him in.”
“Are you threatening to kill your own son?”
“Oh, he’d not die. He’d just look like a 150-year-old who’d smoked 50-a-day and sat in the sun without lotion for all of those years, crossed with a dried-up prune. He’d not be able to move much either due to the tightness of his skin.”
Polly looked mutinous and opened her mouth. I tapped her arm and shook my head. “We only just got here.” I whispered. “Give me time.”
She closed her mouth but the look she gave me told me she wasn’t about to take Brishon’s shit much longer.
“So, we understand you got Drake a different gig with a sea nymph?” Charlie said.
Brishon turned around to address my daughter. “Yes. Her father rules the neighbouring kingdom so it’s the perfect partnership. When they marry Wyvern Sea and Horn Sea will be able to unite as one big realm.”
“So, if Kings and Queens here become Wyverns, what happens to the ones in Horn sea?” Charlie winked at Brishon.
Colour me surprised when Brishon actually laughed.
“They do actually get horns on their head. But yes, it would be amusing if it meant they were permanently horny. Hahahahaha, Oh, Princess Charlene, you are a delight.”
“I’m a princess?” Charlene’s mouth dropped open.
“Well of course. Your mother is the Queen of Wyvern Sea. As her daughter you are a princess.”
“Holy hell. That’s frikkin amazing. Wait ‘til I tell Alyssa. I’m gonna make her curtsy to me. Freaking A.”
“Alyssa will probably slap you with a large paw.” I told my daughter. “Just bear that in mind.”
“You spoil everything, you know that?” Charlie huffed. “Anyway, Brish, so we need something to work with here because Drake and Pol, they’re in lurve, mate. So, what can we do?”
Brish?
“My hands are tied as far as Drake and Polly are concerned. She is human. She has no worth here.”
“How very dare you. I’m right here.” Polly spat.
“My apologies, Miss Linley. It is not easy for me to say these words, but this is the kingdom I have been looking out for, for many years now. As a human with no vast property, what do you have to bring to the table? Drake’s union with Keto will create a new blossoming realm. She is the nereid of the sea monsters and so would be instrumental in adding to our armies. You could bring war. Your parents are threatening to out my community. Even if I hadn’t already promised Drake to Duke Horn Sea’s daughter, I couldn’t take a risk on you. However,” he turned back to Charlene. “Obviously as future Queen, you would take priority over Keto.”
“Thanks, Brish, but my heart is set on another. He is also from the sea.”
“Oh, yes?” Brishon’s face had gone taut, his jaw set.
“It’s just a teenage crush my daughter has, Duke Brishon. Nothing for you to worry about at this point.” I did my best to convey with my expression alone that Charlie needed to shut up. If she chose Kai, it would make him more important than Brishon and Drake, and I didn’t know how the Duke would feel about that.
“Duke Brishon. I will need some time with you to discuss this matter further before we leave.”
“I shall be happy to grant your request, Queen. Though I doubt you will be able to change my mind.”
“We’ll see.”
“My wife can be very persuasive.” Theo said.
“Is that so?” The Duke elbowed Theo in the arm. “Then one-on-one time is most definitely being added to mine and your wife’s agenda.”
Theo’s eyes turned vivid red and his fangs descended.
Brishon smacked him on the back. “I’m just messing with you, Theo. I hold our Queen in high esteem and would never view her in that way. As a desirable woman that is. To me she is the Queen, the ruling wyvern beast of the sea.”
Yeah, all women love to be described as a beast.
“Right, if everyone is refreshed, I should be honoured to escort you to the formal dining room where you shall meet a few invited guests.”
We left Brishon’s home and boarded a carriage led by large sea creatures. They swam for around ten minutes in seeming mid-air before pulling up outside a vast building made of stone.
“This is the court of Wyvern.” Brishon announced.
A shimmering blue carpet led from the carriage up the steps into the reception of the white stone building where men and women dressed in silver lycra stood around. All their hair was long and held back with silver scrunchies. Two of the staff approached, bearing trays that were actually large flat shells, each carrying flutes of an iridescent sparkling drink. “This is our specialty drink and is called ‘The Wyvern Wave’. It is a blend of the finest champagne and drops of the water that are caught inside the wall of pearls. Something you will see when we enter the formal dining hall.” Brishon explained.
“Perfectly safe to drink and most delicious.” My father encouraged, taking a glass. We all followed suit, and he was right, the drink was absolutely spot on and I wished Kim was here and not pregnant. She’d have loved it.
“Is it possible to get a bottle of this to take home?” I asked.
Brishon shook his head. “I’m afraid not. Otherwise-”
“Peopl
e would try to sell it for vast amounts of money.” I interrupted.
“Yes. And try to mount missions to come and pilfer from the wall of pearls. Man likes nothing better than to try to ruin the waters. Why otherwise would they dump so much filth here? It’s only the fact we have certain sea creatures who have found ways to re-use some of the plastic and filter the filth that we remain alive. As it is, we have had to develop sea-fill sites for the waste.”
“For that I can only apologise on behalf of the people on shore.” I suddenly felt the need to start an environmental campaign on land and made a mental note to see if there was indeed anything I could do to help in Withernsea.
“It’s another reason I do not want a union between my son and the human girl.” Brishon flashed a look at Polly. “We do not want humans connected with our realm.”
“Now, listen here-”
Polly’s voice was drowned out by the sound of a huge booonnnnnng noise, followed by a loudspeaker announcement saying dinner was served.
We walked through to the dining room where a beautiful, large, circular dining table was surrounded by a number of chairs. They were all white and looked like they were made out of pearl. As I cast my eyes further around the room, I saw the wall of pearl that Brishon had spoken of. It was as he’d said, a wall completely festooned with pearls of all different colours, and there were pearl covered ‘pockets’ interspersed along the wall where the liquid ran that went into the drinks. The lights of the room were designed to highlight the sheer beauty of the wall, and I noted every one of us, bar my father who’d no doubt seen it before, were awestruck.
“May I look closer?” I asked the Duke.
“Of course.”
When I reached the wall itself a quiet melody was emitted, soothing to the ear.
“This is indeed a thing of beauty and I can see why you want to keep your secrets, Brishon.”
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