He was only ten, and no one had the chance to teach him how to take human form, so he still had his fish tail. 

“Big sis, save me!” He banged on the glass, crying and begging for me to save him. 

Seeing this, Emily smiled interestedly. “Ah, so he’s your brother? How cute! I’ll go with him next, then.” 

By her orders, two guards dragged my little brother out from the tank and held his chest up to Emily’s knife. 

I couldn’t take watching it any longer, kneeling on the ground and knocking my head over and over again on the ground, begging, “Please, Emily! Let him go! He was adopted, so he isn’t royalty! My pearl is white, so use mine!” 

Even as I begged, Emily pressed her blade down, drawing blood from my brother’s chest. 

“But you’re a filthy little liar, so who knows if you’re lying now, too? In any case, I’ll know once I see it. 

“Little boy, I’ll take your pearl, then Marina’s… Ow! You brat, how dare you?!” 

My brother shook himself free of the guards and bit Emily’s hand as hard as he could! 

“Don’t hurt Marina!” 

The next second, he was sent flying by none other than Cyrus, who’d rushed to the scene. 

My brother’s teeth knocked out of his mouth, and he fell right next to me. 

Cyrus cradled Emily in his arms, his eyes burning with rage.