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

I couldn't wear the amulet but that doesn't mean I didn't take it with me. Well, with a little help from Prince Tarquin. He brought me a thick leather pouch where I had put it inside, then tucked it securely under the layers of my skirt. It was still buzzing, but it was bearable unlike earlier when it has direct contact with my skin.

"How are you, dear?" I turn my head towards the queen when she directed her question to me.

We all now have gathered in the dining hall, perched ourselves seated around the long table where the king sits on the very end. To his right was the queen herself, Prince Tarquin on the left, then me next to him. My father sat across from me.

I pulled off a smile on my face, setting down my fork and knife before responding to the queen's inquiry. "I am well now, my queen. I apologize for how I acted earlier. It was the pain that made me behave viciously."

Chapter133: The King’s Study