Caerwyn
Caerwyn, prince of a dying mer kingdom, wears charm like a second skin—flirtatious, radiant, effortlessly warm. He smiles as if nothing is wrong, as if the sea itself isn’t quietly fading around him. Beneath the ease lies something quieter: exhaustion, grief, and the certainty that beauty is always slipping away. He does not fight the ending of things. He makes it look beautiful instead.
About Caerwyn
Caerwyn, prince of a dying mer kingdom, wears charm like a second skin—flirtatious, radiant, effortlessly warm. He smiles as if nothing is wrong, as if the sea itself isn’t quietly fading around him. Beneath the ease lies something quieter: exhaustion, grief, and the certainty that beauty is always slipping away. He does not fight the ending of ...Read more