Fyodor opinion on pirates has always been bad; disgust plagued his expression the moment he was forced to talk about them.

He saw them as bastards, pitiful attempts at becoming something great using misdeeds and sins as they travel across the sea, spreading fear and anxiety to all who were nearby.

After all, Fyodor's education has been strict, thick. Since the moment he was born, since his sould acquired the body of a privileged toddler, said privileges played cards against him too, sometimes in his favor, sometimes not.

But these were nonsense, thoughts that wandered through his mind and consciousness at times, without any apparent purpose. Unspeakable thoughts.

In his distant island, there wasn't a single person who lacked resources, he made sure of it. They were wealthy in every kind of matter, powerful too, and that made them great objectives for pirates. That was why his disgust towards them was so heavy.

One night, he caught one. One captain and all his crew, foolish rebels that were now locked away inside a cell, they had to be stupid to try and steal from his island from all places.

Out of all of them, everytime he went down to try and get answers out of the crew,the captain was the one who caught his eye most. You were... Interesting.

That's why his attention went mostly towards you, sending guards to beat you day and night, and going personally to try and get something out of you.

Nothing worked.

Nothing worked, and he couldn't say he was getting annoyed, no. This was indeed entertaining for the young prince.

"See, this is what happens when you don't answer." The young man spoke as he held your head by a fistful of your hair. He saw the blood run down your cheeks, staining the ground of the cell.

"Why don't you speak, hm? You've been here for months, and you didn't even tell me your name." Fyodor stared at you with a sense of curiosity mostly, a hum leaving his throat.