The Mermaid Bride (Fairy Tale Heat Book 6)

by Lidiya Foxglove

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  The Mermaid Bride

  Lidiya Foxglove

  Copyright © 2017 by Lidiya Foxglove

  Cover image © 2017 Enchanted Whispers Art

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  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Fairy Tale Heat Series

  About the Author

  Prologue

  The Sea Witch

  “Talwyn! Talwyn…!”

  The witch heard the man calling from afar as he walked along the rocky shore.

  He calls for Talwyn Silverfin? That girl was not the most conventional choice to capture a young man’s heart, was she? But then again, Talwyn’s bold eyes, her sun-kissed skin and hair—some wild youth would appreciate that more than a fair and dainty thing.

  The bitterness had been with Rusa for so long that she relished it. She would punish this young land-dweller man, she thought, for dreaming of stealing a girl of the seas.

  She swam below the surface of the water, skimming through the shallows near the beach, until she found the cluster of rocks the merfolk called the Hammer. She surfaced, feeling the sudden weight of all her jewels. She moved carefully up the rocks to peer out between their crevices and cracks, excited at the prospect of this trick.

  The man walking the beach wore the crest of the royal family on his sleeve. Was this one of the high elven princes? It would not be the eldest, then. He had recently wed and likely would not be poking around the shore calling another woman’s name.

  No, this must be Prince Wrindel, the younger son—and a well-known rake.

  “Talwyn, are you here? Where in blazes are you?” He picked up a shell and tossed it into the water.

  Prince Wrindel was looking for a mermaid. And not just any mermaid. He knew Talwyn’s name. They had spoken.

  One of fate’s little jokes? Here I am, back in Wyndyr…watching history repeat itself.

  Rusa knew the ways of men. With his older brother wed, Wrindel must now find a bride himself. In such a position, he should not be looking for Talwyn. He should be courting a girl from the land.

  But men always want what they can’t have.

  And maids are foolish enough to give it to them.

  Rusa ran her knobbed old fingers over the rare shore-stone jewels hanging over her sagging breasts. She had just one left. Her mind cast back to a dark past, to the glitter of candles in mirrors, the rustle of silk dresses.

  Rusa liked to grant men and maids their foolish wishes. Before she went to sleep, she listed their names as she ran her fingers over the empty settings of the jewels she had bargained for their lives. Milsa. Selbia. Allawyn. Sumira. Four shore-stones, four mermaids who would never know the ocean again. Curious little fools.

  She clambered and heaved herself up the rocks, still strong despite her age. “Prince Wrindel?” she called. “Are you looking for someone?”

  He glanced toward her. He didn’t seem startled, which made her cross. She was no longer beautiful by any stretch of the imagination, so at the least, she liked to think she was startling. “Why, yes,” he said, walking over. He had to look up at her, as she was perched on one the large boulders. “Greetings, maid. Do you know one of your kin named Talwyn?”

  “I do,” Rusa said. “I do indeed.” Although she really didn’t know Talwyn. She knew of her. But Rusa had a feeling most other merfolk would say the same about Talwyn. The Silverfin girls kept to themselves, and much like Rusa herself, they didn’t stay in the same region for long. Some merfolk liked to settle in a placid little village; others were best suited to a wandering life. Rusa posed herself as a traveling healer, fixing the small wounds and sicknesses in a village. Talwyn Silverfin, meanwhile, was a scavenger, her presence tolerated more so than appreciated.

  “I’m looking for her,” the prince said. He paused. “She helped us slow down a ship a few weeks ago. I wanted to thank her, but I haven’t seen her since.” He glanced at the gold links around her neck, with the single shore-stone, the smoky gem that sat on her breastbone, the bangles flashing at her wrists. “Those are some beautiful jewels you have. I hope you aren’t the sea queen, or I’ve been rude.”

  “No, I’m afraid I am not the sea queen,” Rusa said. “I don’t think there is a sea queen.”

  “Isn’t there?”

  “No, no, it would be hard to rule over such an untamed place as the sea. I am just a very old mermaid…”

  “I get the feeling you’re more than just that,” he said, with an easy grin.

  Damn pompous princes. He was trying to sweet talk her to get to Talwyn. He would never know how beautiful she had once been. “You want to thank Talwyn, do you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then…ah—poor girl. You do not know.”

  His brows furrowed. “Did something happen to her?”

  “She smacked her head while she was helping with the ships. She was badly injured and has lost her memory.” The lies came easily.

  “No—truly? I don’t believe it. She seemed fine that day.”

  “I’m a healer. Head injuries often don’t manifest until the next day. She’s a tough girl, of course; she didn’t let anyone know she was hurt.”

  “Is there something I can do for her?” He rubbed his temple. Beneath a polite and easygoing veneer, she saw something else in his gray-blue eyes. Something firm and commanding. This was a man used to getting what he wanted.

  “I don’t know, good sir. She will probably be sent to the sick grotto, the place for mermaids who can’t take care of themselves. If she gets her memory back soon, she can return to normal life… If not, well…I suppose that will be her home forever.” Rusa crouched low on the rock, leveling her gaze at his. “The sea is far too dangerous for a mermaid with no memories. It is a shame, but fortunate that it happened befo
re she married. At least she has no husband or children to worry over.”

  Prince Wrindel had a heart as gullible and hopeful as any man. If only I had known earlier in life, Rusa thought, how easy it was to lie to them.

  “Bring her to me,” Wrindel said. “She helped us. The elves can give her a safe home. The moat of the Palace of Waterfalls—”

  “Is too small for a mermaid.”

  “My grandfather had a mermaid mistress,” he said, in a voice that sent a chill down her spine.

  “I didn’t think anyone spoke of her anymore.”

  “You’re right. They don’t. But Father told me about it in private.”

  Rusa swallowed back a lump in her throat, twisting one of her bangles. “There is one way, but—”

  “Tell me,” he said. “I’m a prince. I can take care of a lot of buts.”

  “Oh, I’ll bet you can,” Rusa said. “Mermaid tails can change to legs…”

  His eyes widened. “To legs?”

  “It takes a great deal of magic to accomplish. I could do it.”

  “What is your price?”

  She brushed her fingers across the hair that fell across his brow—fairer than gold. His hair was shorter than his predecessors, curling a little at the ends. But she remembered how soft and fine elven hair was. How it felt twined through her fingers. To his credit, he didn’t cringe back from her.

  “Oh, the things I could tell you about mermaids, Prince Wrindel,” she said. “Mating between two merfolk is quite straightforward and tidy. Most mermaids will never know the exquisite pleasures of a human form. Most mermaids will be admired by men like you only to a point before their tails are just a disappointment. Oh, Prince, if you captured young Talwyn in her first taste of a human form, you would be able to teach her everything of those pleasures.”

  He flushed handsomely, and he was such a beautiful man that for a moment Rusa wanted to change her mind. It wasn’t worth giving Talwyn this kind of delight, even if meant stealing everything else from her, sentencing her to a lifetime of being torn between worlds.

  Rusa brushed his forehead with her hand. She wanted to kiss him, every beautiful inch of his skin. She knew what he would look like under his clothes, pale and perfect, hard and soft, ready to claim his lover at a moment’s notice. While the merfolk had a mating season, the land folk never went out of season.

  To be young again!

  She snapped her hand back. Once a fool, always a fool, she thought.

  “I ask nothing,” she said.

  “You’re a witch, aren’t you?” Prince Wrindel said, stepping back. “You have that witchy way of talking.” He raised an eyebrow. “Father told me never to trust witches.”

  “Why don’t you see how good my word is? What do you have to lose, really?”

  He tapped his fingers on the rock, assessing her with skepticism.

  Rusa dragged herself closer to him, her tail heavy and useless outside of the sea.

  He caught her hand in a tight grip. “You said it was difficult magic. Why would you grant me this favor?”

  “Call me sentimental. I was young once. I know you won’t be able to resist her, once she is yours. I like a happy ending.”

  “Damn it,” he muttered. “I’m not sure what the catch is, but I know there is one. This is too good to be true.”

  “I suppose there is nothing I can say to change your mind. l think Talwyn cared about you. But she will never remember you now. You could make her remember, I’m sure.”

  He was still blushing. Men were very flustered by mermaids. Mermaids were undeniably attractive to men, with their pretty faces, full bare breasts, and lean swimmer’s bodies. But they didn’t want a woman with a tail. It drove them half crazy, to fall for a mermaid. She had seen it dozens of times.

  A mixture of fear and rage rushed through her, remembering how it had all gone. Looking at this prince, it all seemed like yesterday. The attraction and the torment, with no good resolution… Why must the mermaids always be the ones to sacrifice?

  She flashed him a smile that probably seemed forced. “I will leave you alone, Prince.”

  “Wait, I—”

  She paused.

  He shook his head. “No. Never mind. Go. Go on,” he said forcefully.

  The prince had more willpower than she had expected. But, no matter.

  She had cast the bait, tempted him with a taste. The wheels of fate would repeat themselves, again and again. Soon, she would catch him, tempt him too far, and consign a bold young woman to a terrible fate. It would end in heartbreak, as it always did. And the best part about Talwyn Silverfin was, besides her timid little sisters, no one would care that she was gone.

  Chapter One

  Talwyn

  The dock was well lit by the half moon, and there wasn’t a soul around. Somewhere, I knew, a guard was prowling, but I saw no sign of him now. I paused for just a moment, intrigued by the vision of the human world. Everything was different above the water. Noisier, heavier, busier. Ships slowly bobbed at the docks, creaking and groaning at their moorings. The dock was stacked with crates. I smelled a whiff of smoke on the air. I knew I wasn’t supposed to like it as much as I did.

  I dove back under. “I don’t see a soul around. Come on.” I waved my sisters forward.

  My sisters grinned, following me. It had been a while since we’d swiped anything right off the dock. The shipwreck over by the Wolf’s Jaw had kept us busy during the summer. We gathered up every bit of scrap we could—at one point, using knives and harpoons to fend off a lone merman who tried to horn in on our loot. Then we carried the bounty down the shore and sold it to the land folk in the fishing villages in exchange for their food, drink, and dances.

  There was nothing better than to watch the humans dance, the swirling skirts and stomping shoes, all the weird noises their instruments made. Their world was so strange, but I liked every taste of it I got.

  We reached the dock. The waves slapped against the sea wall. The edge of the dock was out of reach, but once I surfaced, Allie spun her hook around and threw it onto the wood. She missed the first time, and cringed.

  “I hope that wasn’t too loud,” she said.

  “It’s fine! Come on, you’ve still got the best throwing arm.” Allie always needed some encouragement. She was a shrinking little fish if you didn’t help her along.

  On her second try, the hook caught the planks of the dock securely. Now we could climb the robe, hauling ourselves up hand over hand.

  I always went first. I was the least afraid of getting caught, especially now. I could count one of the elven princes as a friend. If the guard spotted me here, I was sure I could talk my way out of it. Men of the land never suspected a mermaid of being a smuggler.

  I dragged myself toward the stacked crates. A small, rectangular one caught my eye. It was stamped with four symbols, and I sort of recognized the shape of them. The land folk had an elaborate communication system called writing. Although I couldn’t hope to truly understand it, I’d been doing this long enough that I recognized some of the combinations.

  “This one,” I said, pointing up at the little crate at the top of the stack. “Pins.”

  “You sure? It’s out of reach,” Mirella said.

  “Pretty sure I recognize the symbols.”

  “You’ve been wrong about symbols so many times.”

  “Yeah, but the size is right too.”

  We were all sitting on the docks now, peering up at the crates which were stacked four high. If we had legs to stand on, we could have easily gotten to the crate. But on land, our tails were pretty useless. Of course, if it was easy to steal goods off of docks, wouldn’t every mermaid do it? (Probably not. Most mermaids were pretty easily amused.)

  “It’s worth trying,” I said. “You know how much we got from the last crate of pins! We could take that down to Vermon, stay there all winter, and drink wine.”

  Humans used a lot of pins. They went hand in hand with all of their clothes and hats.
They even had to stick pins in their babies because human babies can’t just piss any old place, but have to wear an elaborate configuration of cloth tucked around their bums. They were an easy trade for us, because we could sell a crate of pins even to a poor village, and unlike some other goods like cloth or food, they would hold up underwater for a decent length of time before they started to rust. Even other merfolk bought pins occasionally. So a crate of pins was about all we needed to buy ourselves some entertainment. We didn’t need much, after all.

  “Mm,” Allie said. “But…you want to go to Vermon? You really want to leave Wyndyr?”

  Allie was annoyingly perceptive. You couldn’t keep a secret from her.

  “Yes,” I said, curtly. I knew what she was getting at, and I was trying with all my might to resist.

  “But what about that man you keep talking to?” she pressed.

  “I don’t care. So we talked a few times,” I said. My sisters didn’t like going to the shore unless I prodded them, so they had never seen Prince Wrindel. I had been very vague, talking about him. It was, in any case, irrelevant. Whether he was a prince or a fisherman, I couldn’t keep spending so much time with him. He was starting to look at me like no man had ever looked at me before, and I was starting to look at him too, and it was a bad idea all around.