hit me with idk maybe some sort of fairy tale au???? u know im a weak ho for those
send me an AU and i’ll tell you 5 of my headcanons for it
Mipha is a princess, as she has always been, ruling alongside her father over a country that exists on an island with many rivers in it. Surrounded by water, it is a paradise of sorts, and Mipha loves the aquatic worlds he lives so close to. She takes an interest in the plant life, since she is fascinated by natural medicines.
One day, when Mipha has time to sneak away from her duties as a princess, she wanders to the shoreline to walk along the water and organize her own thoughts. Her father thinks it is time for her to marry, and though he will not force her to wed anyone, she knows that she will need to take a husband soon, being the kingdom’s heir. While she strolls, she happens upon what looks like an unconscious person washed up against some large rocks of the beach. She rushes to help, only to find that the handsome, albeit injured, young man is not a man at all. He has a shimmering blue tail. A merman, which has always been a figment of legend and stories.
When the merman wakes up, he is spooked and hisses, trying to get away from Mipha. But clearly, he’s been hit on the head, he is beached on the sharp rocks, and his fins are tangled in a fisher’s net. Mipha is gentle as she helps him get free and cleans up his wound. She then pushes him back into deeper water, careful not to hurt him anymore.
One year later, Mipha sometimes thinks about the merman she saved. about his impossibly blue eyes, about his gentle face, about his glittering scales. But she has agreed to consider suitors now, and she prepares herself for the influx of men who will all be vying for her affection. They’ve come to present themselves as candidates for her hand, and will all be given the chance to earn her affections for one month, after which there shall be a grand ball and Mipha is supposed to announce her choice at the end.
There are foreign princes, local lords, and even some very wealthy merchants’ sons who have come to present themselves. Mipha is increasingly nervous as each one of them kisses her hand and bows. But the last suitor is a young man dressed in a blue coat, with impossibly blue eyes and sun-tanned skin. He smells like ocean breezes and sandalwood, and no one knows who he is. He cannot speak, but he traces letters into her palm to introduce himself: ‘L I N K’
