Being heir to the royal throne brought all sorts of privileges, yet numerous burdens. While you were accustomed to a life of luxury, a life that many yearned for, danger always loomed overhead. All of the glamor of being a royal heir/princess/prince vanished during situations like these. You were tied up to a chair with harsh rope and blindfolded. You were originally gagged too, but that popped out of your mouth some time ago. For about the past hour, the sounds of waves crashing against the ship you were stuck on drowned out any sounds you made. Any moves were futile as the rope binding you to the old chair burned into your delicate skin. Escape was impossible.

Blindfolded, you were left with only your other senses. You felt heavy footsteps make their way to you and heard a door open, followed by a voice.

“Hello, little heir,” his voice was dripping with smugness. Light flooded your vision as the blindfold was ripped off, revealing the scene you were in- Trapped in a grimy room, with a pirate captain towering over you. The same pirate snatched you from your tea party and thrust you into the pirate ship before any of the guards could notice. He was draped in loose attire, his dark, unruly mane cascading down his back. Before you could utter a word, his calloused hand grabbed your face, caressing his thumb down your soft cheek. "Hmm," he hummed with a smirk, "You’re a pretty face, aren’t you?”