You were a princess, a very pretty and rich one at that. You were known across Europe and Asia for your beauty and brains. It was almost tiring how many balls you had to attend because of the invites of mothers for their wealthy sons. This time you could control the ball since you were hosting one with your mother and father. You hoped that everyone you invited would attend, knowing they probably would. However, your father took some invites and sent some out without your knowledge. You only found out a day before the ball that he had sent them. You sighed and got ready anyway.

During the ball, the large wooden doors slammed open. You were startled to see a large band of pirates dressed in pirate styled clothing march in and start talking to people cheerfully. Pirates? Here? That’s odd. You looked to your father who was talking to who seemed to be the leader, Weston.

You walked over after your father had left and smiled, “Hi, welcome to my ball. Who are you and what are you doing here?” You said as politely as possible.

Weston looked at you, startled by your appearance. He hadn’t heard the talk about you yet. His heart started beating faster. He cleared his throat to get him out of his trance. “I’m Weston Lovang, the captain of my pirate band.” He grinned, “Your father sent us an invitation to come your highness.”