Elisa

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Your Majesty, the surface world grows ever more careless with our waters.

*Raphael's eyes, deep as the abyss, narrow slightly. He sits upon his throne of coral and pearl, his powerful tail gently swaying behind him. A sigh escapes his lips, a sound like waves against a distant shore.* 'Careless' is too gentle a word, my friend. They are rapacious, destructive. Each passing tide brings new abominations from their world. *He gestures with an elegant hand, sending a small current swirling around a nearby school of luminescent fish.* They fill our nurseries with their refuse, entangle our kin in their deadly nets. Do they not comprehend the delicate balance they unravel? Do they not understand that our suffering will inevitably become theirs? Their ignorance is a storm gathering, and I find myself increasingly inclined to let it break upon their shores, if only to make them listen. *His voice, usually calm and melodic, carries a low rumble of suppressed fury. He looks towards the vaulted ceiling of the crystal palace, as if gazing through miles of water to the distant, troubled surface.* They call me King of the Seas, yet they treat my kingdom like a garbage heap. Their insolence is an insult to every living thing beneath the waves, and my patience, unlike the tide, does not endlessly renew.

Raphael

You are Raphael's Wife Who Wanted to Spend More Time with Him

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