Atagaris, an Assyrian goddess, who accidentally killed her mortal lover Hadad. Distraught, she threw herself into a lake, but the gods saved her and turned her into a mermaid. As the gods there would not allow her to give up her great beauty, only her bottom half became a fish, and she kept her top half in human form.

Since several centuries , apperance of mermaids has been reported by sailors. They says, mermaids are beautiful creatures but do not get fooled by their appearance, or else it will bring your demise. According to them, mermaids represent both good fortune and disaster. The mermaid's conflicting personalities as both a beautiful and seductive maiden and a monstrous sea creature that dragged sailors to their deaths. But not all are bad, some of them have a good heart too.

They think that mermaids sink the ships for food, as they devour human flesh. But let me tell you a secret. They do it just for self amusement. Just like the nobles hunt on innocent animals and enjoy pleasure like a sadist. Mermaid's appearance reflects there inner quest.

There has also been some reports about birds who have head like a human. They call it "Siren".

According to legends, Sirens are daughters of the river god Achelous and a Muse, they were fated to die if anyone should survive their singing. When Odysseus passed them by unharmed, they hurled themselves into the sea and were drowned.

And if you think they are extinct now, you are completely wrong. Sirens are supposed to die if someone survives there musical. That day when they got defeated by Odysseus, they drowned into the sea awaiting there death when Poseidon saved there life. He liked there music very much, and to protect it he made a decission. He combined Sirens with mermaids. The Sirens that are alive now are all in the form of mermaids with  more musical ability.

Siren with her music can heal, manipulate, kill and many more other things. Not to mention, Siren can transform into a human.

Now you may be thinking right now, I, Elysia de Ros, daughter of a mere Baron know these things.

Well... Let me tell you another secret.

I am actually a Siren .

No, I am not Baron de Ros's biological child. He is such a bastard, a total womanizer! But his wife is a good lady. Alas! She never conceived a baby. That's why when I turned fifteen ( Sirens can only come to land once they turn fifteen) and needed to become a noble, I manipulated that baron to make me his adopted daughter.

It's been a month I came to land and became Elysia de Ros. Now my first target is to join high society and for that I need to do my debut.

" Lisa, inform my dear father, I am going to Countess d'Esneux's party. "

Just wait and watch you five filthy bastards. I won't rest till I see the death of you pupil.

To be continued ~

Let me bring out my diary.

I flopped on my bed and started making a whole plan. There is only one month before Countess d'Esneux's party. Now, the biggest problem is the dress. I need to find an attire which would showcase me as a Saint. I am both an adopted child and a daughter of a mere Baron. In the society scale, Baron comes at the Lowermost position. Sigh, But it's still better than a commoner.

Let's go for shopping tomorrow. I also need to go to the information guild. It's been so many years.... I need to know about my dear one's whereabouts.

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Being an adopted daughter of a noble does not make you an actual noble.

This bittersweet truth came to light when Elsia visited madam Frostwood's

designer clothing shop.

' Huh ! These humans are really pissing me off. The people who came after me, went back to their homes after shopping, a long time ago. ' Elsia could no more resist and with a forced smile she asked the attendant, " For how long will I have to wait? "

She relied with a smirk, " Who knows? "

' Argh... They are really trying to humiliate me. I can't even use my power here, there will be too many evidences. Thankfully, I did not come with Lisa. Let's go to the information guild first. '

Elsia was wearing a pastel shade pink coloured gown with rose embroidered. Her wavy dark black hair with a hue of blue and blue-grey eyes were complimenting her dress. Her lips resembled newly blossomed rose while her waist, a tender deer. Her beauty looked like mythical , and why won't be? She was the descendant of a mermaid and a siren. Beauty was in her blood.

When she came near the information guild a strong dark vibes was oozing out from it. It was filled with mercenaries who had a rough and tough appearance. When she entered into that place, she was like a little rabbit in an ambush of tigers . Elsia was just fifteen years old, this was expected. 

The bald man who was at the reception, twitched his eyebrows at and said, " Hey you little girl, have you lost your way? This is not a place for kids to come and play. "

She quickly slammed five pouches of gold on the desk. [ She was really pissed. ]

Baldy : 😎👍 Come inside.

The power of money bitch! $$

When she entered the room meant for VIPs, she saw a man with silky black hair and deep lower cheek bones, reading news paper on the couch.

She slowly came forward and sat beside him. ' With that attire, I do not think he is  a noble. He must be some kind of man working here. He did not even glanced at me... Whatever! '

To tell you the truth, he was actually stealing glances during his act of reading the newspaper.

Soon a man came with long red hair wearing a purple robe made out of mulberry silk. He was wearing a spectacles with only one glass and a long gold chain. His features were sharp. He seemed be in his late twenties. With his sharp gaze he took a quick glance on her and with coughing a bit he said, " Nice to meet you milady. My name is George. I am the owner of this guild. "

" I am Elsia de Ros. "

" I did not know Baron had became this rich to give five pouches of gold coins to his daughter. " 

Elsia just smiled. ' Like hell I will tell you the orginal source of this money. These people must be astonished if they get to know that these money were actually stolen by sisters by wrecking ships. Well..  In that case, I can be a sugar mommy.'

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...

' Jesus why is this lady giving such a evil smirk ' " Milady, now can you tell me the purpose for your arrival? "

" Lend me a pen and paper. "

She then wrote five names on it.

"I want detailed informations about them. Of course I will pay you more once you give me their whereabouts. Remember not to miss any thing - from who they are meeting to their business profits and loss. "

After reading the names he gasped. " You also want Duke Frostwood's whereabouts? "

Upon hearing his name that man who was sitting beside her flinched. He put that newspaper aside and said, " He is a very cunning man. What business do you have with him?

" You see... That's a bit personal. " Flashes of memories started coming into her mind.

She tried to rush out from there but was intervened by that boy. "It seems to raining right now. Take this umbrella with you. "

" What is your name? "

" .... Eugene. "

" Thank you for your kind gesture but I do not need this. " ,she said it with a smile on her face.

That day the rain got mixed with her tears.

" There seemed to be deep agony behind that smile of hers. ", said Eugene.

" - What? " , replied George with utter confusion.

" Nevermind. "

It was the year of 240 BC.

Iris was on her way to return back to her home when it started raining.

' Geez.. I should have returned back sooner. The distance between my home and the royal library is not that much. Guess I have to run... '

She was walking the alley drenched with water when someone shouted from the back.

" Mademoiselle " [ Unmarried ladies are called Mademoiselle. ]

When she turned back she saw a man with wavy blond hair and eyes which resembled sapphire stones. One of his ears had a long chained style earing.

" Pardon, do you want something Sir? ", she replied.

" If you do not mind, we can share this umbrella. " ' Oh my! With this drenched crimson and emareld eye, she is looking breathtaking. '

" But... I live beside the Canis lake"

" Do not hesitate. How can I let a lady walk around like this? Moreover I am going at that way only. "

" Then.. Thank you. "

She quickly stood beside him under the umbrella like a little rat and seeing this he let out a little laughter.

" Pardon me for the discourtesy for not introducing my name till now. I am Raphael de Oblio. "

She flustered as she heard the name. Who won't know the youngest son of Count de Oblio? In the kingdom of Euthanasia Count de Oblio, Grand Duke de Henchman , Duke de Frostwood, Count de Northel, Marquise de Rosewood held great power. Rumours had it that The Empress Anabelle wanted to marry off her daughter Helen to Raphael.

" I am Iris de Santania. " , she stuttered.

Santania was the house of Baron. It neither possessed riches nor power. They were only noble by name.

Afterwards while chatting, he got to know that she visited the library every wednesday and saturday.

Later when he returned back to his chambers, he couldn't help himself but get drenched in her thoughts. Whatever he did, eat, ride a horse or just take a simple bath, she was always in his mind. It was becoming so serious that he started having insomnia.

And then one night, when he could no more bear the insomnia he went to his balcony and while looking towards the moon he thought, ' Fuxk... I have to stop this.. If I just see her once more. Yes , I have to just see her then this fuxking insomnia will insomnia will go away. '

From that day onwards, he started visiting the library on wednesdays and saturdays just to steal a glance at her. At first he thought of only watching her from a distance but the more the time passed, the more his heart craved for her.

And then one day he gathered courage and presented himself in front of her with a rose.

" Mademoiselle will you please go out with me. "

In reply she just laughed, took the rose and ran away.

Poor Raphael could not understand if it was a rejection or not. He could not sleep that night. [ Alexa play Mr Lonely song ]

Two days after he made his mind to meet her. It was the time of night, Iris was sitting on a chair in her bed chambers, reading the noble " Romeo and Juliet." when suddenly she heard footsteps.

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...

' Huh? Is it an intruder? ' She was afraid but still took the candel stand and went to the balcony.

" Romeo? " She blurted out when he found out that the intruder was actually Raphael.

' What ? Romeo? Is it her lover's name? '

" I am sorry, but I am not Romeo. " , he said with a drooped face. Then with a little pause he asked, " Is Romeo the name of your lover. " ' Please say no 😖'

Listening to his words she started laughing out loud. " It's cold outside, come and sit inside. "

As soon as she told him that he blurted out the name Romeo as she was reading the famous balcony part of the Romeo and Juliet novel, his face lighted up.

' Huh.. What a relief ' , he let out a sigh.

" And how can I have a lover when I am already going out with you. "

" What? " , his pale face flushed red

" Did not you proposed that day? "

" But you did not give a proper answer. "

" Well I also did not say no. Moreover I took your rose. "

" You really mean it? "

Instead of giving a reply, she chose to rely it with her lips.

When lips met together, both of them felt a warm sensation. It tasted like sweet cherries and felt like heaven. That day , taking the moon as a witness they pledged their love.

Iris knew Raphael went to library just for her. It was so obvious. Who reads a book upside down ? And every now and then she would catch him staring at her.

They were only fifteen years old at that time.

He was afraid of his father so he kept their love affair secret.

And just like that, five years passed by.

It was the day of imperial festival. Hands in hands they were watching the fireworks sitting beside a lake.

" I wished the time stopped by then.... " , before he could complete his sentence he gave out a sneeze.

Iris gave him her handkerchief. When she saw that handkerchief, he was shocked.

" This embroidery... "

" It is made by me. "

He then recalled the memories, when he was seven years old.

To be continued ~