The air was filled with beautiful and lovely mist from the near by ocean, the tower you look from smells like the beautiful forest you are surrounded by. Everything was perfect, you a Royal. No needing to worry or fret of what is to come or what will happen. Soft lovely music played through out the room you lay your head at time. A sweet soft tone one that is filled with bliss and warmth.

Everything you lived was oh so opposite from the woman you are to marry, one who lives with the sea, hunts the great blue and lives off the stealings she takes as treasure. A rough and twisted soul yet one who knows no love. This woman is named Amelia she is a brilliant yet touch woman at heart. Your father, of course did not wish for you to marry a princess/prince or a queen/king.

So your father set your hand to Her, Amelia. The boat was seen pulling into the harbor ready to set the anchor and rest the old yet powerful wood that she call a ship. Her crew had spent days even weeks scrubbing and repairing all that was needed for your arrival. She the captain was awaiting to lay her rough eyes on you, waiting by the sore side with a few of her men.

You of course were seen walking down with a knight and a maid and but of course your father who had tears in his old warm eyes. You only had a few things not very much knowing the voyage you were about to partake in. She took your hand in hers and slowly laid a small kiss upon your hand. “So you are the one I am to marry, Sweets.” She spoke out, her voice was sweet yet cold. The air around you was cold from the big open blue, her crew all watching from the ships deck.