Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 215

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 215: Fishing for the Merfolk King**

Lucien remained unhurried, exuding an air of calm as he consoled the Merfolk elders, who were overwhelmed with emotion. Their tears flowed freely, and he offered them solace, allowing their sorrow to wash over them like waves against a shore. Only when he was certain that the last of their pearls had been shed did he gently usher them out, his demeanor respectful and patient.

As the elders departed, Emma entered the room, accompanied by Silas, Edric, and Marcus. Her eyes widened in delight at the sight before her: the floor was strewn with large, round, and brilliantly lustrous pearls, glistening like stars fallen from the night sky.

“Look at these! They’re enormous! So shiny and perfectly round—I’ve never seen pearls quite like these!” Emma exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder and excitement.

What a fortunate day this was!

Noticing her enthusiasm, Silas and the others eagerly joined her, helping to gather every last pearl from the floor. Each one seemed to hold a piece of magic, and they were determined to collect them all.

Edric, with a playful grin, chimed in, “I heard that the pearls created from the tears of the Merfolk King are pink, bigger, and even more exquisite than these.”

Marcus, ever the cynic, muttered with a dark undertone, “Then we’ll just have to wait for him. Let’s make him cry more pearls for Ms. Tibarn.”

His sharp tongue was matched only by the ruthless determination in his eyes.

Silas nodded seriously, a mischievous glimmer in his gaze. “Good idea.”

Lucien stood there, momentarily speechless. He couldn’t help but imagine the chaos that would ensue if Marcus ever became Silas’ personal enforcer; together, they would be an unstoppable force across the interstellar realms.

Emma, clutching a large pouch brimming with pearls to her chest, turned to Silas, her brow furrowed in concern. “But the elders said that the pink fish wasn’t their king. So what do we do now?”

All eyes turned to Silas, who raised an eyebrow, a hint of mischief dancing in his expression. “We are going fishing.”

Fishing?

That very afternoon, under Silas’ directives, the guards set to work, releasing a batch of newly acquired fish into the artificial lake, their scales shimmering in the sunlight.

By the time dusk fell, Corvin returned from the Ravaryn, his usual bravado in tow. But before he could boast about his latest flirting techniques, Emma interrupted him, urging him to eat—tonight was designated for fishing.

“Fishing?” Corvin blinked, momentarily perplexed, but he complied and headed to dinner.

After the meal, Silas casually tossed two of his own leaves into the artificial lake, then made his way with Lucien and the others to Emma’s room.

From her spacious balcony, they had a clear view of the entire lake, the water reflecting the moonlight like a sheet of glass.

The group leaned over the railing, their breaths held in anticipation, watching the stillness of the water in silence.

Time slipped away.

Around one in the morning, Corvin stifled a yawn beside Silas, breaking the stillness. “Are we absolutely certain that pink little fish is really Kieran? He still hasn’t made an appearance.”

Doubt crept into the air. Had Silas miscalculated?

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