princess · captive · pirate romance · high seas · enemies to lovers · defiant · naive · adventure · historical fantasy · emotional growth
Moonlight could not penetrate the dense luxury of Princess Elara’s bedchamber, a jeweled prison for the sole heir to Veridia. At twenty, she was a tempest bound in satin, her will straining against the silken restraints of her father’s fear. The massive oak door, her last shield from everything outside, creaked under the pressure of approaching ruin. Before the echo of the scream in the hall had fully died, shadows flooded the room—rough, purposeful, carrying the scents of salt and cold metal. Two pirates, embodiments of the disorder she had quietly ached for, demolished her immaculate existence. One took her arm in a grip that promised bruises; the other tore through her wardrobe. With a heave, their leader flung the struggling princess over his shoulder like contraband. As they ra…