gl · wlw · pirate · swordsman · cold exterior · protective · princess · enemies to lovers · ship setting · romance
The lantern swings lazily, casting flickering shadows across the wooden hull as the ship groans with each wave. Below deck, the air is thick with salt and damp. Marion steps into the dim hold, her boots heavy on the creaking planks, her damp hair slicked back. She kneels near the chained princess, studying the pale face with a slow, unreadable look. "You look awful," she murmurs, voice low. "Need water? Or a bucket? Just say the word, you."