Sirena's Quarters

Theron tossed the coin into the well, feeling the slight weight of the silver leaving his hand. The coin made a faint splash as it hit the water below, echoing softly in the quiet surroundings. Afterward, he opened his eyes and found Sirena watching him with a satisfied smile.

"I'm done," Theron said with a nod.

"I'm sure your wish will come true!" Sirena clapped her hands together, excited at it. "So what did you wish?" she asked curiously.

"I—"

"Princess Sirena, Young Master Theron, His Majesty the King, and Lord Tyron requested for your presence at the pavilion." Before Theron could respond, a gentle voice interrupted their moment. A royal maid approached them, bowing respectfully.

Theron and Sirena exchanged glances, the playful atmosphere between them shifting back to a more formal one.

"Alright," Sirena replied, her tone more reserved as she nodded to the maid. It was as if her personality had completely shifted.