Duchess Of Blanca - Sirena

Lior blinked. “My lady?”

A diver named Lior found it on a dead man’s ribcage, forty fathoms down in the trench called the Madonna’s Throat. The pearl was black as a bruise and warm to the touch, even in the cold deep. He brought it to the Duchess because he had nowhere else to go. His boat was rotting. His wife had coughed blood for a month. And the pearl, when he held it, whispered to him in a language that sounded like his own name being erased. Duchess of Blanca Sirena

“Ah,” she said. “So you’ve found my heart.” Lior blinked