Jilted Bride? I Married The Supreme Lord

ina

doesn't even have a Tide-Oath Ring on her finger to prove her rank.

he arcane water mirror, followed b

their power and status, while a Tide-Oath Ring marks a recognized bond and noble s

fr

pinned against the velvet cushions of a luxury Submersible Crystal Coach. His

ul whimper, deliberately exposing the faint

ra An

amily had recently brought back from the borde

t, I couldn

eaving precious sea-silk until my eyes blurred and my fingers bled. Every coin I'd earned had

as how he

ister my family had on

he gave another breathy laugh, then whispered somethin

ears came. I felt as though the cold ocean itself had flooded my

The glacial-blue gems on the vehicle's exterior bore the crest of House Mccall.

t even tryi

's surface, scattering the image i

laughingstock? Fine. I'd give him

f the stone chamber toward the ch

h-gray Brow Scale in the center of my forehead had marked me as an outcast for as long as I could remember. While other merfolk could shift into

t survival meant maki

very bolt of sea-silk that left my loom paid for the roof over my head. Even a

sistent, uneasy premonition had made m

'd never doubt

idal Bubble stretched across the city, holding back the crushing weight of the ocean. Under the artificial

ial Code on noble warlords committing indecenc

their shifted siren forms, their long scaled tails gleaming, neck gills flaring red, and webbed hands gripping heavy lances as they rode

lus shell, which had copied the trench's coo

for illegally parking a submersible coach in the Third Trench

o mercy. He raised a low-frequency sonar horn to his lips. A sharp blast s

kness. For the first time that day, I

a public transit car and rode ahead to the Noble Inspec

ys believed his family name could shield him from consequences. He was about

submersible coach through the airlock and slammed it

g Genevra out into the bright light of the Hydrosun. Genevra bit the center of h

ppled throu

fooling around with the second Anderson daughter in a m

rowd and locked onto me standing by the pillars. His face turned livid

ou? You vicious woman, calling t

d laugh and

defense trenches. I merely did my duty as a citiz

a guard and threw hersel

t help myself... Don't blame Edmund, his Tide-Spi

d back i

ra. Your lack of self-control just dragge

ed the butt of his lance o

litary law and hiding behind a Spirit-les

mund's glacial-blue Brow Scale flicke

ou wait! This en

engagement ring I had stopped wearing a month a

hrowing you out. Take your 'sal

ining from his face. Before he could speak, the guards clapped magic-suppress

tared at me as though they couldn't believe the Spirit-less girl they'd jus

was done begging for a place in

ision blurred, my legs turned to lead, and my ha

it my face. Instead, a hard, broad chest caught me,

et with an aurora crystal-the mark of a High Council seat. Around us, remaining nobles lowered their gazes, a

tus Mc

was the High Lord of Tides-the supreme military commander of the Siren Empire, the

violet Brow Scale on his forehead radiating terrifying Sovereign

ering at my waist. His golden eyes held mine, a faint, unreadable smil

hough the scorching heat of his palm

eeting his gaze for one last moment be

't loo

wd, the Empire's supreme commander remained standing beside