pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"Outside the castle that night, Eric was playing the flute and contemplating things as Grimsby approached.
"Eric, if I may say, far better than any dream girl, is one of flesh and blood, one warm and caring, and right before your eyes…" He looked up and saw Ariel, watching her as she looked at the stars for a moment before she sighed happily then went back to her room.
He stared after the spot where she had been, a small smile on his face. She really was beautiful...stunning really. She truly was an amazing creature, one that he connected easily with. He could easily imagine making her his...and the thing was, he absolutely would if it weren't for that one who had saved him. But, he had not seen even a ghost of the woman since that one moment. He had not heard her sweet song. Maybe Grims was right. He was wasting his time. Ariel was someone who had become very important to him, and he felt the strong urge to protect and care for her. She was special, different. He didn't have to be told to know he was falling in love with her... After a long moment, he sighed, and then tossed away his flute. It was time to let the song go.
He turned but halted, distracted by a distant voice, singing with Ariel's voice…/pre