Vinegar
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
"Your new king," Syryn answered with a cool smile.
Rowan's interest peaked when he heard his lover's reply. Syryn never failed to amaze him.
"And who the hell made you king? Do you know what the punishment is for the crime of desecrating the noble seat of our king?!"
Unbothered by the words of the merman, Syryn placed a foot over his knee and regarded the mer who was much bigger than the human.
"Kneel before me," he told the mer.
Rowan saw the lack of knees on the mer's tail and wondered how exactly his mage expected the creature to kneel. It was impossible.
"In the name of the King, I will execute you. And this time, you will stay dead," the mer said as he held out his hand to the guard behind him.