Cerulean Cape Sea & Moon, I pray to thee

A single ear atop the red crown of Aiolos turned back. He thought a moment, as amber eyes took to move away from the ocean side and back to little shark near him. As far as anyone was concerned, he was never a truly good man. Pompous due to his bloodline and made greedy and selfish by it. A royal brat, if you will. But others say he had become far worse after he had founded his mate lying with another...! But would she fine pity for the prince, who thought it was his right to have whatever woman he chose, even if she did not love him? 

Alas, he was a rather sexist man after so, taking any and all as his bride he could... and the Sirens... he went on after a pause, intrigued by the fact that Wraen had heard of them. The Siren were women never to be owned by the likes of a man. So they came out from the sea, from an island, of course, And they crushed the banished King and any other who threatened them, killing him the way his brother could not. The women were set free to return to the mountains or join the Sirens. And the boy? Yet another pause and his muzzle lifts, sniffing the ocean breeze. Far better then the mucky smell of the bog... He was taken by the Sirens. To be molded and groomed, to learn that a woman in many ways far outmatched that of a man. 

Ta-Da!