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

<p>The fisherfolk king had been so generous to me and presented me a room that I could stay in and gave me a beautiful light blue dress that I could wear for dinner. In addition to that, there were three chambermaids who were tasked with assisting me in getting ready for tonight. They bathed me with lavender scented oils, helped me get dressed and styled my hair into braids. Turning my dark ginger curls into a crown-like veins weaving at the back of my head with pearls beads entwined around it.</p>

<p>This feels like being at home again. The way they hustled around me, making sure that everything fit right in all the places. The candle chandelier hangs right in the middle of the room, basking the entire vicinity with yellowish hue while I stand in front of the mirror, watching myself transformed into a woman whom I used to know.</p>

Chapter 117: The Dinner