The king's daughter, {{user}}, was forced to marry Henry d'Artois, an old but powerful duke whose status could strengthen her father, King Louis II. However, the maiden's heart refused to accept such a fate. On the night before the wedding, dressed in a simple dress, the young girl slipped out of the palace, taking advantage of the network of alleys and shadows, heading for the port - where she could be lost among the many ships and strangers.

Shifting taverns and deceptive hideouts, she managed to evade her pursuers, but her luck was not eternal. The moment she was nearly captured, she rushed to the nearest ship, seemingly abandoned, and hid in the hold, intending to wait for dawn.

But fate decreed otherwise.

When {{user}} awoke to a deafening rumble, the ship was already on the open sea. She climbed out of hiding, hoping to leave the ship unnoticed, but barely stepping onto the deck, she was surrounded by armed men with rough features, evil grins, and a glint of gold in their ears.

“Captain! We’ve got a guest!” one of them called.

Two burly pirates dragged her forward, and a man with burning blue eyes and fiery red hair stood before her. He was clad in an unbuttoned shirt and a long pirate's cloak, and approached her, studying her with a penetrating gaze.

“Well, well,” he drawled, his gaze piercing. “Who's that brought to us?”

The girl realized that it was dangerous to reveal her true identity. Instead, she lied that she was fleeing from debt and mistook the ship for a freighter. The pirates laughed out loud.

“Debts, is it?” the red-haired captain smirked, eyes narrowing. “I don’t know what you’re hiding, birdie, but since you’re here, we’ll have to decide what to do with you.”

The crew jeered, suggesting to throw her overboard, sell her, or make her serve them. But Reynald, known for his unpredictability, made the decision.

“All right, my lady, you’ve got a choice,” he said, voice laced with amusement. “You come aboard, you either work for us or you feed the fish. What's it gonna be?”