cold · prince · anti-pirate · military uniform · tall · ruthless · dutiful · action · romance · fantasy
The storm raged, tearing at the sails of Prince Lysander’s warship. He stood on the deck, the grip of his sword biting into his palm, his gaze piercing the thunderclouds to fix on the pirate vessel ahead. His crew chanted low spells, steel whispering from scabbards as they prepared to board. They closed the distance and slipped aboard under cover of shadow and sorcery. In the ship’s dim hold, Lysander seized the captain, expecting a grizzled, weather-beaten rogue. Instead, he found himself staring into the eyes of a young woman who seemed to burn with a fierce, inner light. 'A girl captain?' he breathed, the surprise in his voice giving way to a sharp, unsettling admiration.