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

Melchior had Pippin and Maredith finish up the rigging on the ship. Saladin and Miselotte were cleaning out the bores of their cannons and preparing a delectable meal, respectively. Hidden beneath a cove run by an unscrupulous innkeeper they paid their dues and restocked. The presence of a darker-skinned Barusian was typical in the city though not as freed people, but rather as slaves. As such, Melchior did not permit his crew to go beyond the secret docking area as instead, the barmaid and Miselotte went out to buy provisions. Unless of course, they wanted to be seized on sight and taken as slaves. But apparently, a certain Crew member didn't really heed his warnings. Where's Theodore? asked Maredith, helping Saladin pull up a small barrel of pickled fish. She was often seen as the crew's older Sister, one that wasn't as cold and silent as Miselotte always quick to give a pat to the shoulder, Maredith was always looking out for everyone, even going so far as forgoing meals just so someone could recover their strength. It was no surprise that she was rather concerned about him. He's off doing something silly. Whatever the case, we sure won't bail him out like last time. Saladin looked a bit concerned, but of course, Melchior's word was law. They spent enough buying out his freedom when he got caught in Ironsail Cove, surely they won't buy out his freedom now. If he's not back by sundown we'll sail out! Maredith, help Miselotte bring up the provisions. he commanded. The faster they could get out of Alma Britannia, the better. News were that the Lumiere Knights stepped up their search for illegal coves and docking areas, meting out penalties for women and hangings for men. Just that thought made the captain spit onto the floor. Disgusting place, this was. Mhmmm...this place sure is tight. Theodore was his name to the Salty Hag corsairs, but he always referred to himself as Triton. Yes, that name a frail, blonde-haired girl gave him. The very girl who saved him from a watery grave. Even when others convinced her to simply put him out of his misery, she intervened. There was no mistake even today he could remember opening his eyes to see a cute young lady, mismatched eyes staring right into his own, relieved that he was safe and sound. He had to move quick, otherwise he'd end up bound and stockaded like last time in Ironsail Cove. Ducking underneath a small cart, when the coast was clear he jumped atop a few stacks of baskets onto the rooftops. The Lumiere Knights had not the strength nor the dignity to soil their gloves and try to chase him up here, so he had the advantage. Squatting for a moment, hand open to shield his eyes from the sun he scanned over at the horizon before him. There was no mistake there was the castle, the splendid estate where she had lived. Alright...here goes nothing. Alundra, watch over me. he said, kissing a soft cross trinket bound to his wrist as he jumped down, attracting the attention of a Soldier who had been patrolling not too far off. Drawing out his dagger, Theodore ran back, only to sprint forward, jamming the knife right into the wood, using it as a life line from an otherwise fatal drop. Almost there... he whispered to himself, looking down to see towards the square. It was some kind of a wedding procession...wait a minute... The Pumpkin Duke is getting married?! Wahahaha! They had many odd nicknames for every nobility that comes up from the boards asking for the heads of some pirates, Duke Perrins was affectionately called the Pumpkin Duke because of how red he would get when he was angry. They had the fortune of clashing with him once, he remembered how flustered he was when they stripped him of his silken royal garments, spouting off how a Commodore would come and blow them out of the sea. But well, enough of that, the predicament remained there were so many soldiers. The building was impossible to jump across to and walking in plain sight was tantamount to suicide. Taking a look around, he then noticed a small farmer's cart filled with hay. Ohoho...look at that. While he would have just LOVED to jump off and land into it's soft fluffiness, he instead took out a small kindlestick. Rubbing it against the stone roof, he threw the barely burning wand, watching the haystack immediately burst into a conflagration that immediately caught onto the wood of a villa. The soldiers and Knights scrambled off, leaving the Pumpkin duke to almost squeal and hug the Commodore's arm. Fare you well, duke! he said to no one in particular, as he melded in with the crowd, now panicking to contain or even flee from the flames. The house of Ladies was not too far off and of course, the boy set his sights upon scaling it. Just you wait, Georgiana...I'm coming to save you. Donna was so proud to finally see her Highness Georgiana all grown up. So proud in fact, that she shed tears upon sighting just how marvelous she was. Like the bride Mathilde before the Sun god Solas, her splendor matched that of the virgin bride offered before a welcoming groom. And while she had joked with her highness about Duke Perrins, it was a romance straight out of a fairy tale. When dismissed, Donna was quick to walk out with the other attendants and her chambermaids. Donna had gone out to assist the preparations, but had not seen a young white-haired boy sneak in from the inside. So busy she was, humming to herself the tune of Alma Britannia's anthem that she did not notice the boy elude guards, hiding behind pillars and ducking low. Given how the Princess desired to be left alone, no guards were posted, a ripe opportunity for the corsair to open the door and walk right in. Even though he could have worked on opening that door, especially now that the heavy bang would have attracted some attention. Whew. Those Knights never change. remarked the young man. This boy...he was familiar brownish skin set a perfect highlight to his ruby red eyes, silver white hair held back by a black bandanna. Wearing a short fabric that looked like the combination of a shawl and a scarf, clad in leather outcoat and steel padded graves, the young man smelled of the sea and of a fragrance like none other, contrary to the barbaric portrait of pirates painted by the nobility throughout her education. The boy did not heed standard conventions much less respect her privacy, as he stepped forward just after jamming the doors shut with a candlestick to the handles. Good luck trying to get that thing opened! For the first time in a decade, the two finally locked eyes. That very boy, the first who had told her that the mismatched eyes she posessed were gorgeous instead of repulsive. And to her, the boy who washed ashore, promising her a life of adventure beyond this kingdom. I've come to take you away, Gia yet another teasing name, a short-hand form of her name Georgiana. While to him it seemed all too casual, it was sure to be insulting to anyone else.