Thread: Yes, your Highness! (Jane X QB)

Triton was scared, as any man would, feeling the edge so close...just one quick motion and she would sever a critical artery and have him bleed to death in mere seconds. Yet, Triton tried to hide his fear from his eyes, determined only to be absolved by his death, for the broken promise to stay with her...and taking her away from a marriage that she may not have been opposed to. Yet...he could not help but cry, closing his eyes unable to hold back the sadness and grief. All this time...Triton had been worried that the sickly and frail Georgiana existed no longer. Yet here she was...wanting the dark-skinned boy to wash ashore yet again, to keep her company for all the days of her life...a promise he had never kept up to this time. Even as tears fell to her shoulders, he pressed her close to him, in a loving embrace. ...Yes, I missed you too, Georgiana. he whispered, softly keeping her secured in their embrace. Shh...it's alright. Just cry...don't hold it in any more... he whispered, his own tears wetting her scalp. He cared so much for her...he was willing to throw away his life to earn back the trust she had in him. And yet, he too shed away the tears that he had been holding back for so long. Miselotte only watched on, mesmerized...like two lovers torn apart only to be rejoined...just what was the story behind those two? Ohoho, I see Theo is really cryi- Mff? Miselotte quickly placed her hand to cover up Saladin's mouth, even as the man walked out with a towel draped on his shoulder clad in a simple tunic. Saladin looked, only to watch in silence as the two embraced each other so lovingly. Just what was that boy's connection to that girl? Was he some slave before he became a Corsair? But enough of that. Triton didn't really notice the two watching on, but he softly parted away from their embrace. Hit me. he told her, walking back for a moment, Feel free to mar my face for doing something so brash. he told her, perhaps a beating from her would be enough atonement for now. But...no matter what happens or what the Captain decides...I will get you back home. I promise this. And this was a promise that he surely won't let slip. Miselotte's heart skipped a beat. Like a forbidden love story, her cheeks softly flushed as Saladin whistled in amusement. Wonder what happened between those two. They're like lover birds. How cute. he said, Weeeeell, I'm off to bathe. Meet ya in the steam room! he said, waving goodbye to the Darcsen as he headed down. Triton turned towards her, the prospect of a bath still nagging in his mind. If you want, I can bring you a towel and some clean water to wash yourself off. he said, I can also bring the clothing set that we plundered to the brig if you want to wear it... After all, her clothes were suggestively ripped, a peak more and her knickers could be seen... A fine sight, is it not, Kenneth? Asked the Commodore Galahan. On board the Batomys, the elaborate Galleon that the Commodore heads. From the distance, the small island of El-Morroc burned, the city set ablaze and it's many ships sinking. Even as ships loaded with refugees soared a white flag, cannon fire silenced the screams of innocents, plunged to the sea by the merciless fleet. Yes, this was Schwarzivald's own doing purging anything that never took their side, sinking many ships as they trampled on the weak and vulnerable. Ay, a mighty fine bonfire ye gave em. spoke the Eiran Sailor, Perhaps then they can lead deir dead to the skies, ohoho! The joke made the Commodore chuckle. Indeed so, these cockroaches need to be purged. There is no need for pirate scum to pollute the water we sail onto. The commodore looked at the small frigates, leading many prisoners near the starboard side. With a puff of smoke, the bodies soon fell into the water. He made his message clear spare none of the Dark-skinned, as a clear message that not a single Barusian will smirk at a man from the Empire without suffering the consequences. An' of the women? The Commodore smiled. Satisfy yourself. Take to bed as many as you please, but don't give these dirty women the privilege of taking your seed. Slit their throat if they resist.