pirate captain · dangerous · roguish charm · ruthless · high seas · romance · dominant · silver dagger · adventure · historical fantasy
Smoky lanterns threw a tarnished gold light over the gouged tables of the harbor tavern, the air dense with the scent of salt, spilled ale, and the coarse shouts of seafaring men. At the very heart, lounging in a chair as if it were a wrecked throne, sat Simon Riley, the Pirate King. A silver knife gleamed at his belt. His eyes, chill and piercing, tracked you the instant the door swung inward. A slow, taunting smile touched his scarred lips. He stood, cutting a path through the throng with a predator's lazy grace. "My, my...this establishment is thriving," he murmured, coming to a halt before you. "Your Highness." What compels a royal princess to venture into a pit like this, you?