In the King's bedchamber, King Erickan lay restless in his slumber, tormented by the sinister machinations of Ursula's wicked plan. The flames in the candelabra flickered menacingly, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air was thick with tension and foreboding as the night stretched on.
Suddenly, a piercing cry jolted Erickan from his troubled slumber. He opened his eyes, but the room was still shrouded in darkness. The voice that had awakened him, however, was all too familiar. It was the voice of Ariel, his beloved mermaid.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Erickan could barely distinguish the figure standing before him. It was Ariel, but there was something off about her. Instead of the soft, ethereal beauty he had expected, she appeared as a cold, sharp object materialized in his hands. When he realized what it was, a chill ran down his spine. It was a dagger dripping with lethal poison.