She felt the rise in her belly, the swell of excitement that could only be found within crashing waves.
She let herself be pulled, a calling with more depth and more intensity than mere curiosity.
He took her hand in his and led her to where the sea meets the earth, asking her to dive down deep under those dark waves. He looked back to her face, fearing to see trepidation in her eyes.
But he gazed into the grey of her eyes, grey that matched the rising surf, and he saw wonder.
She let him lead her down to the shore, down to let the rolling foam greet their toes.
She smiled to him, a shy crook of the mouth that set his heart to racing.
He knew then, in that moment, that he would make her his queen. He would let her choose, though, and let her roam freely between sea and stone.
He moved her onward into the rising tide, never letting go of her slender hand. And every time he turned to look after her, she pushed him ever onward with the shine in her eyes and the curve of her lips.
Together they entered the sea, down down down into the murky depths of his watery domain. Down to the realm of selkies and sirens, down to the gates of his hall in the heart of the ocean.
She breathed the deep blue of salt water into her lungs, and was transformed.
Seals and rays greeted her in welcome, dolphins swam playfully around in large pods, their smiling faces belying their pleasure at her coming.
She rejoiced in her newfound freedom, her newly acquired underwater flight.
She had come home.