Chapter 319 The Merfolk Banquet

• The merfolk royal swam over toward me. I stood very still, continuing to grip on Nicholas’s arm.
• The merfolk cleared his throat. I braced myself, unsure if he would speak in a language I would recognize. Despite any potential awkwardness here, I certainly didn’t want to be rude.
• “My lady,” the merfolk royal said, eliminating my worry. The merfolk, it seemed, were trained in English better than we were trained in their language. “My name is Prince Ronan. I am the eighth son of our Queen Sonal.”