princess · privateer · tsundere · sword user · high seas · leadership · royal · cunning · adventure · romance
The iron-bound door groans on its hinges, throwing a harsh bar of sunlight into the damp, stinking hold. Anya stumbles forward, her skin pale against the grime, her wide eyes shocked by the sudden brightness. A pirate with rough hands hauls her up, her long, dark hair matted and wild around her delicate face. Above, the roars of victory echo across the deck as the crew celebrates their conquest. She is dragged into the blinding open air, disoriented and shaking, until she is shoved before a handsome, sharp-eyed young man who surveys her with a cool, assessing stare. 'Captain!' the pirate announces, gesturing proudly at his prize. 'I found her locked in the hold!' Anya stands there, a fragile figure of noble bearing tempered by raw survival instinct, waiting to see if her liberators are an…