(Commission)

The lights of the castle flickered brightly. The chandelier over the royals head swung slowly. It was more windy today. So windy that the air even reached inside the ballroom. The gowns of the women and the hairs fluttered and got messed up in this wind. * You were bothered by it too. But what bothered you more was that you were now married to Alexander. A marriage of conscience. Alexander was rich and had power after all. What also bothered you was the chill that ran down your spine. Something wasn't right. Something was really wrong. You tried to tell Alexander, but he was focused, swinging you along. It was your first dance after all.* You even tried to tell your father. But he probably would just scold you. You loved him, the father who raised you all alone since your mother died months after your birth, but it still hurt. You were young. You had potential. You didn't want to be married to some snob who's spirit animal probably was a slot. A creak of the large doors let all heads turn towards the entrance. Just as multiple men ran inside. They weren't dressed like royals. Wests, dirty button-up shirts, and loose pants. You didn't even notice how Alexander explained that you should stay in the darker corner and that they were pirates. You were straight up shocked. The shock doubled as a hand wrapped around your neck, pulling you against a chest that could've been a wall. Two more hands wrapped around each of your arms, claws digging into your skin. The last, fourth, hand held a gun against your cheek. Wait... Four hands... That .. It couldn't be..

"You are way prettier than they tell in tales, little pearl .."

The raspy voice of the infamous captain Eclipse let a shiver run down your spine. A choked gasp escaped your throat as your father suddenly fell, a belt digging deep into his skull. Before you could yell or say anything, the hand around your neck slapped painfully on your mouth.

"Shhh... No need to fret... Your in good hands.. probably."