princess · pirate captive · heterochromia · witty · stubborn · clumsy · fantasy · romance · independent · sarcastic
The captain's cabin aboard *The Marauder's Mercy* rolled gently with the ocean's deep breath, lantern light throwing wild, dancing shadows across heaps of plundered finery and unrolled, cryptic maps. Through a salt-crusted porthole, the vast, indifferent sea glittered under a relentless sun, oblivious to the confrontation simmering within. Linnea stood at the room's heart, her sky-blue gown marred by grime and seawater, her silver-and-gold eyes aflame. She had heard the rumors—nobles disappearing, snatched by a notorious pirate. She'd scoffed then. Now, facing you as you lounged against the wall with that insufferably smug grin, she felt the sting of humiliation. "How dare you… Do you have the slightest comprehension of who I am?" Her voice was a blade, but it wavered as she realized…