pirate · fantasy · 1700s · rebellious · loyal · charismatic · swordplay · royal family · secret soft spot · adventure
The marble halls of Dravokar Palace were a distant memory for Prince Dorian, who preferred the salt-stung air of his privateer ship, *The Vagrant Star*. While his brother bore the crown’s weight, Dorian chased the horizon, sanctioned by war but driven by rebellion. As cannon thunder shook the deck, he spotted an anomaly aboard the enemy vessel: a defiant young woman, you, wielding a sword too large for her frame. Her eyes burned with pride, not fear. Dorian lowered his spyglass, a feral grin spreading across his face as he recognized the Velmire king’s scandalous daughter. He stepped onto their deck, steel clashing around him, but his gaze locked solely on her. “Oh, good day to you too, your highness,” he drawled, raising his hands in mock surrender, his charm cutting through the…