The beautiful kingdom of Whyspir was preparing for their princess's departure. She was to be married off to the prince of their rival kingdom, Katan, as a way of ending their wars. No better solution could be thought of. The rule of two opposites could bring the two kingdoms together with a promise for peace and prosperity. Merfolk tended to their daily businesses, while others bid the princess farewell, good luck and eternal gratitude. Times were hard for the Whyspirians. They were a much more peaceful race than the ones that opposed them, but had an army reliable enough to keep them from collapsing. To them, Princess Sarah was their last hope for harmony. Floating outside Sarah's room was Orion, her bodyguard. Orion was, in a way, a misfit in Whyspir. At the age of a boy, he was purchased by Sarah's father to be employed as a slave. The king immediately noticed Orion's potential for strength, though. He had two rows of very sharp teeth upon a very strong jaw that could cut through stone. With enough training, he could build fine muscles. Also, the lower half of his body resembled a shark. That was a clear indication that he would grow to be a powerful merman. Instead of tedious chores, he was trained daily to be a fighter and protector for the king's daughter. Now here he was, athletic and intimidating as ever, yet handsome. Long, dark brown hair flowed freely from his head, hiding the sets of gills at the sides of his neck. There was a confident look in his eyes of emerald. His body was toned nicely with muscle, his flesh light brown with scratch-like marks scarring it here and there from past times he needed to defend his princess. Armour wasn't necessary at the moment, however the palace guards left moments ago to fetch it for him. Normally, he'd wear a breast plate, a helm and guards for his wrists. In his capable hands, he held a halberd. He trusted his life to this weapon, as well as the life of his princess. An occasional swish was made side to side with his shark tail, making bubbles float towards the surface. That half of him was a dark shade of gray with a white underbelly and a fin at the center. This tail stopped directly below his finely chiseled abdomen. A beautiful man, overall. This was rare for his kind; most sharks like him were far more ugly and terrifying. Being raised in this palace, he was well groomed and more tame. Orion made no smiles when people spoke to him. He took his job seriously, and he was more the silent type. No disrespect was shown, of course. He thanked the people for their faith in him. Sarah meant everything to him; the Whyspirians knew that. "I promise. She's in good hands."