I own nothing pertaining to Disney! Adrienne is my own character. Orson (male Ursula).

He was always so bubbly, kind and gentle. I remember falling in love with him when we were just teenagers! Eric, oh dear sweet Eric, he was going to become a king one day; a great, powerful king and he would marry me, Adrienne, and we would live here in this castle forever... If that were only the case.

I was 18 the summer that I revealed my affections to Eric. He confessed that he loved me too, and as he reached up to stroke my long blond hair we kissed beneath the light of the full moon, hearing the waves lap against the shore, our eyes glimmering with the heat of young love. I felt the fire of passion growing inside of me.

I wrote him the most beautiful poem, put on a lovely, black dress and made my way to his chamber. He was always so happy to see me; those big eyes melting my heart, that incredible black hair always perfectly in place. I stopped before I knocked on his door and adjusted my dress, making sure my ample cleavage was showing. It was late in the evening, we had planned to meet soon, and I was ready to rock his entire world like he had never experienced. I grinned to myself, imagining his stunned expression when I dropped my dress to my ankles.

I knocked on his bedroom door, feeling utterly excited with each second that passed.

I waited, and I waited. This was the correct time we agreed to meet. I felt my face flush in anger as his bedroom door opened revealing no one in the empty room. I crumpled up the poetry I had written last night and threw it out the window, watching it get caught in the tide and washed out to sea. I left the halls and entered the dining room, noticing my father sitting next to a strange girl with flowing red hair, dressed in the most obnoxious pink and white dress. He was commenting at how beautiful she was, before seeing me standing in the doorway. He must have seen my angry expression, as he politely excused himself from the table.

"My dear, what troubles you?"

"Where is Eric?" I said hostility, watching as the imbecile in the dress tried to comb her hair with a fork.

"Oh, he is going to be dining with... uh... his lovely guest." He motioned to the halfwit.

She observed us standing there, watching her. She dropped the fork with a noisy clatter and waved. Father waved back before I snatched a hold of his arm. "Who in the seven hells is that?"

"She hasn't spoken a word! I think the poor dear is just shy-"

"Mute and ignorant... how quaint." I remarked coldly.

Father grasped my shoulder, "Now dear, you really must be on your best behavior this evening! This is special to Eric... You wouldn't want to upset your truest friend."

I twisted away, my eyes growing wild. "I shall have no part of this." At that very moment Eric entered the room in his usual white shirt and black pants. He stared at me from the table, solemnly, looking the other way. He was disgusting to me.

"Adrienne!" Father yelled after me as I stormed out of the palace walls. I refused to turn back. I ran out onto the beach and into the night.

I refused to cry. Crying was so... foolish. There was no sense in tears, tears for someone who wouldn't so much as shed a damn one for me. So I strolled along the beach in my short black dress, bathing in the light of the moon. The warm water ran over my toes and felt good. The ONLY good feeling I would have tonight, or so it would appear. I kicked angrily at a sand dune, grumbling curses under my breath towards the man that I once loved, and to the awkward little whore he had so lovingly brought into the palace.

I watched a crab scuttle back into the surf when I smashed down another dune. I was just about to kick down another mound of sand when I heard a voice. A very deep, masculine voice that sounded like strums from a finely tuned cello. "What are you doing outside the palace walls so late, princess?"

I looked out to the sea and saw the most handsome man I had ever beheld. He was tall, and muscular, cool jade-colored eyes stared out at me. He had thick, lengthy white tousled hair, golden sea shells adorned his ears, along with a golden coral necklace, and a most sinister grin. There was something obviously wrong with his anatomy, I thought. His sharp fangs glistened a perfect white against his pale amethyst skin. Then again, when the tide rolled away I could clearly spot all 8 of his long glossy, black tentacles pulsating eagerly. Cecealia, yes that was the name. Half man, and half octopus.

I approached him, my dress clinging to my skin. I would not back down now, not in the face of this gorgeous male. I gave him my own sinister grin and crossed my arms over my chest. He was striking, his presence demanded attention.

"I'm not a princess." I said coolly.

He nodded, eyes crawling over me. "My mistake. However you do live in the castle?"

"Yes, my father is the Prince's personal servant."

"And you serve?"

I laughed bitterly. "I serve no one, good sir."

He smiled lengthened. "Call me Orson, my lady."

"Adrienne," I said quickly, shaking his outstretched hand.

He cocked his head, "Adrienne? That means 'dark lady from the sea'."

I nodded, "Yes it does."

"A fitting title for one so fair," responded Orson.

"Tell me, what is a Cecealia doing this close to land?" I asked, feeling one of his cool tentacles draw around my waist, giving a firm squeeze to my rear.

His long fangs exposed in a tight smile. "I thought you hadn't noticed... I'm causing some mischief of my own tonight." A second tentacle snaked around my waist pulling me closer to Orson.

I tried to disguise the wonderful feeling I felt blooming inside of my chest at the touch of his magnificent creature. "Such as?" I asked looking into his hypnotic eyes.

"There was a mermaid..."