The harsh summer air flushed your skin a light silver tone as you try to act eased. You sit like a mermaid against the shore of your river, letting only your hand touch the waves as you brush them back and forth. Your hair clings to your face as the moisture fuels your nymph-like safety measures. The moisture is good. You love summer.

Maven matches your love for the seasonal sun. His black hair attracts the heat more than his clothes, making him feel safe with his ability. He sits cross-legged next to you, looking at his clear reflection in the scanty waves. 

"My life doesn't get much better than this," you monologue, "but with you here I'd say it improves the experience by the slightest."

"That is an interesting way of saying you enjoy my company, wife."

"I suppose it is, husband."

You look up to him, squinting with a slight smirk. Your fierce gaze almost makes him quack as he straightens his back, inhaling deeply. His body is made of stone as it plays the roles of untrusting and tense. He eyes you as you continue to play with the waves. With the flick of your hand, you can end his life. So why haven't you?

You coo, "I enjoy more of you rather than your company." He sharpens his gaze on your wrist as you dip your hand deeper into the waves. "Splish," you giggle as you splash his shins with water. He draws back, falling onto his palms as he unfolds his legs. You continue to laugh as he tries to dry himself with his hands. "It's just water, my love, I'm not going to kill you."

"You won't but the water will."

"Overdramatic as always," you relax as you turn your attention back to the water, continuing to massage the river. He goes quiet for more seconds, keeping his distance from you and your oddly calm demeanor. You had never shown true distaste or uneasiness in front of him; he didn't even know if you were capable of feeling negative emotions. Your entire outlook on life was completely positive and naturalistic. A second after the two of you became wed, he felt your characteristics brushing off onto him.

You remove your hand from the water, flickering it so any extra moisture would drip back into its source. Maven tenses as you turn to him, hand still wet and dangerous. 

"You have to learn to trust me," you whisper as you crawl to him. He finds himself lost in your serpent gaze as you lean close to him. His heart pounds in that familiar way he hates. He thinks of Mare, and how he wanted to save himself for her. But your body language and rough seductions are too much for him to deny. 

You place a wet hand on his cheek. The water than once terrified him now soothed him into a trace. You part your Siren lips, revealing razor-sharp teeth.

"I'm not from the Lakelands" you admit with a deafening laugh. Maven's eyelids began to droop, but he fought the temptation like a warrior. He lifts his hand, trying to come up with a flame. But you grab his wrist, smothering his heat with your moist fingertips. 

After a wet kiss to the lips, Maven fell into a deep trance. And there, your sisters, the same Melusine's who trick Silvers into marrying them, emerge from the river. 

"Husband," you coo at his sleeping body before your sisters grab at his ankles, dragging their new meal into the deep blue.