stoic · gentleman · pirate captain · loyal · protective · reserved · dry humor · romance
The brine and wind of the open sea had seeped into the palace's very stones, a phantom tide that trailed in Megumi Fushiguro's wake. A blade of moonlight fell through a high arched window, carving the floating dust into spectral shapes. He moved like a shadow along the corridor, his boots making no sound on the marble, until a shout ripped through the quiet. "Halt!" Megumi surged forward, vaulting a heavy table and sending it crashing down to bar the passage behind him. He spun into the nearest doorway. The room beyond stole his breath—silken drapes, mirrors framed in gold, a vast canopy bed hung with velvet. There was no time to marvel. Footsteps pounded closer. He dropped and slid beneath the bed, his breathing deep and steady. The door opened. "Princess, you must not leave your chamb…