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Time for a Friday chapter teaser!

Miguel asks Dorothy some tough questions about their relationship.

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🔮 Lana from the future — aka present times 🔮

Since I'm not very fast at catching my story up👀 (currently stuck somewhere in mid-2024) to the present 😅 (guilty as charged), I'll leave it here anyway 🤫

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I met Ruby on her lunch break the next day.

Norah: "How do I explain the situation to Lincoln and Elvis? Ro's probably too young to understand yet. I also can't bring another man into their lives that's just going to leave."

Ruby: "Well, you've told him everything at this point and he hasn't left. He deserves a chance at a relationship with his daughter. Just keep it platonic between the two of you and things are less likely to get messy."

Norah: "Yeah, you're probably right."

Season: Winter Baby Count: 4

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Line of the Last

Wish to read from the beginning? The Table of Contents will serve you well!

Posting this one late (bc internets were like nooooope):

And this one on time!!:

Because internets are zoomy today!

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The Rise of the Queen

The Rise of the Queen

Utu the Great Hunter was mourning her daughter, Gah the Singer of Songs, and the Speaker of Words, and had an entire temple built to house her remains. The Tomb of Gah-Gah was a quiet and respectable place to lay the family remains.

The great village Ka-Ru-Ma-Ma that Utu and her fellow tribal family built, was very profitable and grew quickly. Utu was well known as a Great Hunter of the Bear…

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Chapter 37: Lessons with Melody (Part One)

Diego had never had a student who could wind him up quite like Melody did. 

In fact, she was his worst student. 

His most infuriating student. 

She just…didn’t…understand…anything.

‘How do you not get a thing I teach you?’ He cried, after one particularly frustrating session, where he’d tried to explain to Her Majesty why the action of clicking one’s pen was not humans flirting.  

‘How do you mean?’ She folded her arms, raising an indignant eyebrow. 

He glared at her, taking note of her swan neck and tight-fitted dress that accentuated her long, lean body. How could a dress make her look even taller? 

‘How do I mean? Have you listened to yourself?’

‘You promised you would try to be reasonable.’ 

‘I am.’

‘Getting frustrated with your student is not you being reasonable,’ snapped Melody.

‘You try being in my shoes.’ He was done. Done with her scales, her purple eyes that sparkled like stars in a solar system, and her nose that curved like the beak of a beautiful macaw parrot – no, not beautiful. Annoying. Very annoying.

‘Then buy new shoes, I pay you enough.’

‘That’s not what I meant.’ Diego pinched the bridge of his nose in disgruntlement. It was like teaching a clam to speak. 

‘Then say what you mean. Perhaps I’d understand you better if you did.’

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Time for a Friday chapter teaser!

Melody's lessons with Diego continue. Will Diego be successful at teaching Melody about humans, or will he let his limited patience get the better of him?

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Chapter 29: A Situation at Court (Part Three)

WINDENBURG PALACE, 2052

Spellman exited the throne room, leaving Melody alone with Nox who was grinding his teeth with such ferocity, Melody wished her scales were reflective so she could disappear into the throne seat. 

Disorientated, she shut her eyes, the haunting silence of the throne room made eerier by the tap, tap, tapping of Nox’s foot. 

Questions circled her head: what had just transpired between those two? Was this what love looked like? According to Nilsson, it was. 

She pinched the bridge of her nose: if this was love, it was horrifying.

The nice mermaid back home had spoken of love as this dangerous beauty – it started wars, ended them, caused grief, happiness, brought people together, and tore them apart, made them feel seen, and made them feel invisible. The nice mermaid had made love sound exciting.

She crossed her arms: Spellman and Nox sucked the fun out of everything. 

‘You wished to see me, Your Majesty,’ said Nox, his tone curt.

‘Did I?’ She raised a brow, doubtfully. She had never requested the presence of Nox or Spellman: they had a habit of seeking her out instead – specifically when she had been trying to avoid them. 

‘According to Nilsson, yes.’

Nilsson? She blinked, scratching her brain for an explanation. What could he have possibly wanted her to discuss with Nox? She recalled their argument yesterday over Nox’s decision to not inform the humans of her rare condition: that she couldn’t control her siren singing. 

Was it about that? But Nilsson had strongly implied that Nox was merely protecting her. That the public would have had her dethroned if they had known. But Nox didn’t seem like someone who had noble intentions. 

Perhaps she did wish to hear him state his reasons. 

‘If Nilsson is indeed mistaken,’ continued Nox. ‘Humans at his ripe old age can get a bit confused – you know the brain starts to deteriorate –’

‘No, Nilsson is right,’ Melody cut in. Letting Nox witter any longer was like waiting for the blue-ringed octopus to inject its venom with its beak. One just didn’t. ‘I wanted to know why you never informed the humans of my condition.’ 

‘You’re the Queen, Your Majesty. And I’m the Lord Chamberlain. It’s my job to ensure the public are never exposed to your weaknesses.’ 

‘My weaknesses?’ Was the plural intentional?

‘Yes, Your Majesty. Your weaknesses.’ Nox let the last word linger on his toxic tongue. ‘Oh, and that liberal human immigrant you’ve hired as your confidant. It’s best he doesn’t know about your little…situation.’

Did he just call her condition a situation?

‘Oh, but you’ve already told him, haven’t you.’ Condescension oozed from his nocuous tone, congealing her muscles. ‘Don’t make that a habit. He may be your confidant, but he is not your ally.’ 

At least he didn’t want her throne. ‘How do you know I’ve told him?’

‘Word gets around,’ said Nox, lips bending into an ominous sneer – the sort that reminded her of a piranha baring its teeth. 

Melody’s scales withered in disquietude, as he left her alone to brood. 

Weaknesses, she grunted to herself. Was that the consensus of the court? That she was a walking-talking monarch of ineptitude who needed to be micromanaged? 

And who had been reef-dropping in on her conversations with Diego? 

Fatigue crushed her limbs, and she sank into her throne seat. It was clear as fresh sea water, that she had more enemies than friends at this court. 

Nobody trusted her, nor did she trust any of them. 

Yes, but who could that person be? The nice mermaid had been so confident she’d find this person. But she had also been adamant that ruling this country was her destiny. 

If that were the case, then why did she feel like a fish out of water?  

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