Roxy was dumbfounded.
Back on Earth, the most romantic thing a guy had ever said to her was that she "looked cool" in a hoodie.
Yet here, at the bottom of the ocean, a man with gills and a tail who had known her for less than a month was pledging his eternal soul to her with the eloquence of a Shakespearean poet.
Why? Roxy thought, her mind reeling. Why are the beasts better at this than humans? Why is a shark-man sweeping me off my feet?
She looked at his face. He wasn't lying. His golden eyes were wide, open, and terrifyingly sincere. He saw something in her, some strength, some light, that she didn't even know she possessed.
"You..." Roxy stammered, gripping his hand tighter. "You really have a way with words, Caspian."
Caspian smiled, a soft, boyish expression that made him look less like a King and more like the man she had saved from the Kraken.
