Daro's affinity for dark magic always had strings attached.

You were never finished dealing with her until SHE said so.

Even knowing this, I still went to her.
I needed her help.

The night I went to her was a night full of horrors. Not only was I entering the witch's cave on my own, I was disobeying my father. The king of the seas himself.

He wasn't going to like it; but that witch was my only hope at what I wanted.

And I wanted legs. Just a pair of legs to use to run to him. HIM. The man on the ship.

I knew Daro would use my passion to screw me but I was prepared.

Prepared for any sacrifical fishes I would have to bring to her cave. Prepared for the deciet. Prepared for the dark storm to come.

Though, I don't think I could've prepared enough for what came.
 She wanted something I was not sure I could sacrifice.

My father's head and heart on a platter and the throne as her new seat.