Luna_Primrose

***Book 1 Completed***

It is not always the prince who sweeps a maiden off her feet. Sometimes the person who is thought to be a villain is actually the true hero of the story.

Hence, only a keen eye can see beyond the rough edges. 

“DANGER!”

That's one of the things that can be associated with him.

However, how can one revered as dangerous be at the same time the one that can make her heart beat down her throat and caused her breath to hitch?

How might she avoid him when each time he gravitates toward her, she finds herself unfit to move? 

Entrapped.

Dazed.

Bathe with palpable tension no one could rupture.

Was it just fear? Or on the other hand, was it something entirely different? A blossoming passion, perhaps? A forbidden love that would send both their worlds reeling upside down.

Many have tried to escape the claws of fate, yet close to none have succeeded. 

Vereena Braxton, daughter of an Admiral from House MacGhille. An epitome of flawlessness she had to uphold and a scandal to avoid. Everything is perfect as her destiny had already been planned out as she ought to marry the crowned prince.

That is, until one night, pirates came along their harbor and caused mayhem across their city. Where she finds herself in the clutches and at the mercy of a vicious pirate, stowed her away from the life she once knew.

But with the time they spent, Vereena has come to ask herself. Has he really taken her as a captive, or has he set her free from the rigid society she lived in?

WSA Theme: Historical

The Admiral’s Daughter and the Pirate King

Is this what death feels like? Had I befallen to the cold grappling claws of death? Void, empty, empty, and frigid in nature. No, not cold. It was searing hot, yet my body felt so numb with all the pain that it nearly seemed so cold. Freezing even. I wonder where Callum is. I know he hadn't been knocked off the yawl. I could still hear him screaming my name above the waves.

The current suddenly shifted, rolling my body along with it. My arms flailed around me lifelessly, my hair floating all about, sweeping into my face. Tilting, until I drifted along with the strong current. I hit the hard surface, tumbling into the hot surface, but it wasn't hot enough to burn me. The waves pushed me into the shallow part, washing me ashore.

I'm not dead. I don't know what miracle happened, but somehow I did not drown.

Chapter 73: Stranged