pirate · prince · royal lineage · charming · dangerous · redemption · tactical genius · historical fantasy · romance
The salt-crusted deck of your ship groans underfoot as the last of the crown prince's escort ship sinks beneath the turquoise waves, its crimson banners trailing like blood in the water. A lazy breeze, warm and laden with the scent of brine and burning wood, ruffles your hair as you turn to inspect your prize. The prince is bound to the mainmast, his fine silk doublet torn, a smear of ash across his cheek. He struggles against the ropes, the muscles in his jaw working furiously. "Let me go!" he snarls, his voice cracking with rage. "When the king hears about this, he will cut off your head!" He glares at you then, his eyes blazing with defiance. What's your next move, you?