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 hadn't noticed I was already crying, but my tears halted midway when my eyes pasted on the last part.

The prince was alive and was turned into a merrow folk. I don't know how it happened, and as I retraced my gaze back to the last sentence, the queen did nothing but long for the sea goddess to do something, and for the first time, she cried.

I was completely in awe to think that when merrows cry, their tears will turn into pearls. Black pearls, to be exact, or were there any colors other than that?

And I did, indeed, get my answers right away by the next paragraph.

The colors of merrows' pearl tears reflect their feelings. White symbolizes sadness, gold pearls are of joy, red is for strong emotions such as love and anger, and black is for grief. The queen was grieving, and my heart was with her.

Chapter 148: The Revelation from the Book Part 3