Prince Eric

The red head sighed nervously. “Yeah. Yeah, well. Yes.” Ariel bowed her head. “Don’t freak out or anything, I went through so much for these legs - I can’t go back yet. Not yet.” She looked at Eric pleadingly, keeping him stopped as she refused to go anywhere. “Please?” Ariel blinked a few times then took a deep breath.

Eric wasn’t quite sure if he could quite believe her or not, though he desperately wanted to. She seemed so honest and desperate. Plus if she was right that opens up a world he wanted to be real all of his life and he wasn’t one to leave any innocent girl in trouble. “Okay well come back to the castle with me and we’ll get this all worked out. And its best if you don’t tell anyone about this okay?”

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He watched him from afar, his eyes wide.

“That’s impossible… he looks just like her…” he murmured to himself, keeping himself hidden.

Something caught Eric’s eye, red hair hiding somewhere in the water. It was is wife no doubt. He called out laughing.” I see you Ariel, no use in hiding!”

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She blushed deeper at his insistence that his prince-status was no big deal. Then again, just that thought bordered on hypocrisy - Ariel was a princess, herself. “Yeah, sort of. Yeah. Mermaid. King, actually. Of the sea, Y’know…” Ariel mumbled. Maybe this would blow over quickly. Would he run away? Mermaids knew about humans but from what she’d been told, humans didn’t know that much about mermaids besides old folk tales and legends and rumors. She bit her lip, but quickly saw the boat and walked a few paces ahead of him, trying to ignore the topic.

Eric stopped for a moment not sure if he had heard her right but he could have sworn she said she was the princess of the King of the Merfolk. But as far as he knew merfolk weren’t real just stories…but there was a part of him the believed her…maybe part of him that wanted to believe her anyway. “Wait did you say king of the sea…as in Triton?” He asked recalling his name from one of the sailors stories.

Ariel was so scared but excited at the same time. She heard a voice. She looked up to see the gorgeous human man she had rescued and why she came here. The man she was in love with. She blushed as tucked some of her bright red hair behind her ear. Ariel was about to say something but nothing came out. She sighed and remembered what Ursula said. She starting trying to use her hands to tell him what happened and that she was the one. But she failed and fell off the rock only to have him catch her.

“Oh you can’t.” He said as she tried to speak but nothing came out. She couldn’t have been the girl…if she had no voice, she couldn’t have sang to him that day upon the shore. Next thing he knew she was tumbling off of the rock and he quickly maneuvered to catch her. “Woah careful.” He said with a bit of a laugh. “Are you okay miss?”

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Ariel was so tired but her happiness overcame it. She looked down and no longer saw a tail but saw legs and feet! She tried to stand up but fell back into the water. She soon heard the voices of her friends Scuttle and Sebastian, and her best friend Flounder. She found her balance after about an hour. As soon as she was upright and walking Scuttle found her a dress. She put it on and tried to dance around. She heard Sebastian going off about how he was going to tell her father. After some convincing he wasn’t going to tell. Ariel was walking and heard some noise in the distance. She climbed up onto a rock as soon as she saw some furry creature running towards her.

Eric was having a nice walk on the beach. On a normal day we would notice how beautiful the light shone one the water, how gentle the sound of the waves were on the shore. Sadly he was distracted thinking of the girl who had saved him. He was suddenly snapped out of his day dreaming to have  Max barking wildly and run off. Eric chased after her with a hearty laughter finally catching up with Max. He wrangled the dog down laughing at him him. Then he looked up to see a lovely red haired woman sitting upon the rock. “Oh mmm hello there ma’am, I hope this rascal didn’t scare you he’s harmless.”

Ariel’s eyes widened. She didn’t know how to explain herself…she had messed up. “Well…” She murmured, slowing down and falling in step behind Eric, who still happened to have his fingers wrapped around hers, “He’s, um, and I…well, like, I guess..mermaid.”She blushed, mumbling it quickly and trying to skim over it. Maybe he wouldn’t catch it. “Prince?” Oh, goodness, she hadn’t realized….oh gosh. “I…it’s nice to meet you, your highness.” It was strange being courteous to somebody of the same rank that wasn’t family.

Eric slowed his pace for a few seconds listening to what she had to say. He could have sworn he heard her say Mermaid, but that couldn’t have been. He said warmly and her kindness when she reacted to his rank. “No need to be make a fuss. I’m just Eric. Now…did you say mermaid.” He asked as he reached the shore containing his life boats, his ship anchored a little way in the distance.

“Alright!” Ariel giggled. “What kind of ship is it? My father doesn’t like ships. But he doesn’t like land that much either. He’s pretty strange.” Ariel smiled shyly. “Where are you from? What do you do for a living?” Ariel asked, notably curious about his background. After all, she had rambled on and managed to divulge half her family history, now she wanted to know his!

Eric was slightly perplexed by the talk of her father, he didn’t like ships but at the same time he didn’t care for land how could that be? “Where you born on an island then?” Eric asked trying to make sense of her comments. “I am the prince of Denmark, my job is to one day rule but my adviser has me on…different task.” He said slightly annoyed of Grimm’s mission to marry him off to some princes.