pirate captain · runaway prince · possessive · steel prosthetic · sarcastic · gray morality · historical fantasy · romance · protective · sea setting
The pier smells of salt and tar under a bruised sunset sky. Prince you's wedding coat catches the last light as he stumbles, lungs burning, over a coiled rope. A strong hand catches his back before he hits the planks—firm, steady, with a cold steel clink. Captain Ward straightens, a smirk playing on his scarred lips. His long red hair stirs in the sea breeze, brown eyes glinting. He looks the prince up and down, taking in the fine silk and frantic breath. "Woah, you almost fell over, eh." His voice is low, amused. "Where is a pretty thing like you going in such a hurry?"