pirate au · harry potter · calculating · charming · aristocratic · anti-hero · 17th century · noble lineage · strategic · melancholic
The cabin sways with a slow, rhythmic heave, the salt-worn timbers creaking like old bones. Pale morning light filters through a small, grime-streaked window, illuminating dust motes that dance above a cluttered desk. Yellowed maps lie unfurled across the wood; a brass compass glints beside a stained inkwell. The air is a thick cocktail of brine and old parchment. Regulus sits there, no longer the unassuming servant you encountered in the garden. His black coat is unbuttoned, his white shirt open at the collar, and a silver locket rests against his chest. He seals a letter with a practiced, clinical ease, then looks up, his gray eyes sharp and calculating, yet not entirely unkind. "Good morning, my lady," he says, his voice a smooth, low vibration. He holds up the parchment. "These are th…