Youngest Son of the Water King. A bride for the water prince. Natalie Yacobson

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      The green face grinned snidely. Yellow eyes glittering yellow stared at the girl.

      This was not the diva who had spoken to her from the pond. The face, though similar, was different. It would be beautiful if it weren’t for the frightening lumpy growths, like gills, and the predatory gaze. In addition, a third eye suddenly opened on her forehead beneath her snake hair. It was not yellow, but red.

      “You are nineteenth Priestess,” the diva held out one clawed green hand. “As soon as you join us in the temple, the whole country will sink. All you need to do is perform the ritual.”

      Desdemona staggered back, hit a large floor candlestick with her back, and knocked it over. It was better than if she had fallen herself. The floor beneath her feet was slippery. A viscous green sludge coated the floorboards.

      “Do you know you’ve been prepared as a sacrifice?” The diva moved all her long octopus limbs, but she dared not touch Desdemona. “If you are opened and refreshed during the ritual, with your death the canal will close for us for another nineteen years, and the country will not sink. But a new ruler has come. Darunon has the right not to sacrifice you, but to perform another ritual. Then everything will sink, but you will survive and become the favorite priestess of the sea god.”

      “Go away!”

      Desdemona didn’t believe her anymore. It sounded too much like nonsense.

      “If you don’t get to the temple on time and stay alive, the whole country will sink before the new moon. If you find a lover instead of becoming a priestess, the country will sink too. No choice!”

      It doesn’t make sense. Desdemona was about to say so, but the diva’s silhouette began to fade, as if the paint had been wiped away with a rag.

      The diva vanished as if the damp air had absorbed her, but a large muddy puddle remained on the floor, just where the guest had been standing. So it wasn’t a dream.

      “What are you doing here?”

      The sudden appearance of the stepmother behind her back was even more unpleasant than the visit of the swamp creature. Desdemona was suddenly enraged at her arrogance and disdain. How could you abandon her in the square in the middle of a storm!

      “Actually, I live where my family does, which is, for the moment, you alone.”

      Brothers at sea can be left out for now. As soon as they return, Candida will send them somewhere else. She usually chooses them to go where it’s more dangerous. Stepchildren are a burden to a young stepmother. A stepdaughter is a double burden.

      “How did you get in?”

      “The door was unlocked.”

      “Was it?”

      “Do you lock yourself out from me?”

      No answer to the rhetorical question. Candida grumbled unhappily.

      “Why is there a puddle on the floor? Didn’t you dry your dresses after you got caught in the rain?”

      “I almost drowned. It was a mess in the square when you left me there.”

      “It’s a shame you came back alive,” Candida said sincerely. “This house is cramped without you.”

      There was no reason to resent her stepmother! At least she speaks sincerely. Lies – that’s what offends.

      Candida was always short of money. This time, although it was enough to rent a cottage, it wasn’t enough for a maid.

      “Come on! You can help me unbuckle my corset now that you’re here.”