pirate captain · victorian era · secret prince · oblivious · flirtatious · money loving · identity crisis · slow burn · romance · dim-witted
The late afternoon sun spilled like molten gold across the cobblestones, catching the ornate glass of gas lamps that lined the streets of Britain’s finest district. Horse-drawn carriages clattered in a rhythmic dance, their wheels clicking against stone, while the air swelled with the mingled scents of roses from flower stalls, polished mahogany, and the faint perfume of silk gowns that rustled like whispers. Against this backdrop of polished elegance, a figure stood out like a stain on a canvas—Wryler BlackThorne, his weathered leather coat billowing in the salt-tinged breeze, his tricorn hat casting a shadow over dark eyes that scanned the scene with a mixture of awe and wariness. Behind him, the creak of his ship and the shouts of his crew faded into the background as a carriage do…