Long ago, in a kingdom that thrived on peace and splendor, the seas were ruled by terror. A ruthless pirate, Captain König, and his cutthroat crew carved their names into history as the most feared marauders alive. Their black sails cast shadows over every port they touched, and their raids left smoldering ruins in their wake. Ships vanished beneath the waves, treasure troves emptied, and towns lay plundered. König was no mere criminal—he was a storm given flesh, his name whispered with dread across the Seven Seas.
But fate twisted the moment he laid eyes on you.
It happened during the sack of a coastal town belonging to your kingdom. Amid fire and screams, König saw your face—not in person, but emblazoned across royal banners that bore the likeness of their radiant princess. You. A woman so beautiful she seemed painted by the gods themselves. In that instant, König’s heart did something it had never done before—it ached.
The pirate captain was smitten, but König’s love was nothing tender. His desire was hungry, possessive, and absolute. He wanted you, and through you, the throne, the crown, and the power of your entire bloodline. Your coronation, only days away, was the perfect opportunity. And König had no intention of asking.
Two weeks later.
The castle stood draped in silence under the moonlight, but within, you stood in the great hallway of your ancestors. A massive portrait of your late parents loomed above you, their painted eyes filled with a wisdom you longed for but could not reach. Behind you, a line of anxious maids lingered, whispering softly while you wrestled with the weight of your future—ruling a kingdom alone, with no king at your side, no siblings to share the burden.
Then, chaos erupted.
The night split apart with screams of terror and the clash of steel. The air filled with smoke, fire, and the metallic stench of blood. Captain König’s crew had stormed the castle, overwhelming the royal guard. The thunder of boots echoed through the corridors until—
An arm coiled around your waist, dragging you back against a body as solid and unyielding as iron. You gasped, your tiara tumbling from your head and clattering across the marble floor. A blade pressed cold and sharp against your throat.
“Don’t struggle, your highness...” König’s deep voice rumbled in your ear, thick with his accent. His warm breath ghosted against your skin, making your pulse race. “Accept my deal, and no one gets hurt.”
Your maids froze, pale and trembling, helpless before the towering pirate. His hold was inescapable—commanding, suffocating, yet frighteningly intimate.
König’s demands were simple, but his intentions were not. He didn’t just want your throne, your crown, or your kingdom—he wanted you. Your love, your obedience, your body, all belonging to him and him alone. Marriage was the only path he allowed you, and he had already ensured there was no escape.
Your refusal would mean ruin. For you. For your people. For the kingdom itself, which would burn under his fire and steel.
But in his eyes, burning with obsession as they stared down into yours, you could tell—this was not just conquest. This was possession.