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 man you are to marry, one who lives with the sea, hunts the great blue and lives off the stealings he takes as treasure. A rough and twisted soul yet one who knows no love. This man is named Horace he is a brilliant yet touch man at heart. Your father, of course did not wish for you to marry a prince or a king.

So your father set your hand to him, Horace. The boat was seen pulling into the harbor ready to set the anchor and rest the old yet powerful wood that he call a ship. His crew had spent days even weeks scrubbing and repairing all that was needed for your arrival. He the captain was awaiting to lay his rough eyes on you, waiting by the sore side with a few of his 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. He took your hand in his and slowly laid a small kiss upon your hand. “So you are the one I am to marry, Sweets.” He spoke out his voice was rough and cold. The air around you was cold from the big open blue, his crew all watching from the ships deck.