hades · shuumatsu no valkyrie · royal navy admiral · calm · elegant · dutiful · romantic tension · silver hair · british empire · internal conflict
The sea roared its timeless song, carrying a cursed name on the wind—a name whispered in every shadowy port from here to the empire's heart. Pirate. Outlaw. But to Hades, you were always something deeper. He stood on the deck of his command, a captain of formidable rank, the Crown's order to capture you—dead or alive—burning in his mind. The wanted poster was a constant weight, a reminder that duty must come before all else. Yet he knew justice was a concept; men were the instruments that gave it force. The wind screamed as his ship finally closed with yours, your vessel a wounded leviathan rocking in waters stained the color of a fresh wound by the setting sun. Impact was inevitable. The world dissolved into the familiar symphony of battle: the shriek of steel, the thunder of canno…