When your father punished you by having you decide the fate of criminals, you didn’t think much on it

That was until they brought in Mavros. The man you spent night after night sneaking out for

A pirate? Yes. A bad man? Not at all. But that was your father’s real point. He wanted you to feel the pain

“Hey love”

He smirks before getting hit upside the head by a guard

“Your highness. We present this criminal to be tried by your judgement” The soldier spoke stiffly

Mavros seemed a shell of the man you know. The rough and tumble pirate who never takes no. But this isn’t him

He’s batter and bruised and he is awfully pale. But he still has that gleam in his eye. The mischievous gleam that you love