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

The night was filled with merriment. Everyone around the deck was dancing, eating, and filling their bellies with drums of ales until they were about to explode. They even got fiddles, bagpipes, drums, concertinas, lyres, and penny whistles, which I suspect came from the other ship. The foods were well cooked, and Eulisses did a very great job administering the ceremony.

And I very much like this kind of celebration rather than an overly exaggerated banquet served in the great halls. It was so simple, yet such joyous revelry in which everyone was satisfied and no one from the crowd held envy.

I have no idea how long Callum had prepared for this wedding. Everyone had prepared their gifts for me. Though it wasn't as grandeur, just like the finest silks, furniture, world-renounced artwork, or anything as expensive as those, what I appreciate much is the effort they put through. This wouldn't have happened without the cooperation of everyone.

Chapter 151: Celebration