Piracy

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June, too, was rudely awakened at an irritating hour. She was shoved through a variety of maids, hairdressers, tailors and even florists, all of which were touchier than she would've liked. She was only allowed a quick, hurried word with Layla before she was shoved into a horse pulled carriage and shipped, headed for town square. A curtained flower cart holding the Queen and herself was wheeled through the town, with the King and the Prince seated outside, in charge of the reins. June assumed Dimitrius would be taken to the square in a similar extravagant fashion.

Masses of people had already gathered, though none were permitted past the fenced off area, which would be where the actual ceremony would take place.

And oh, was it beautiful.

A deep velvet carpet had been laid out atop the pavement, its outer edges scattered with befitting rose petals. Curious children could be seen playing with bunches of them, scolded by their mothers. The seating was arranged as per June had pictured, two masses of seats separated by a (slightly intimidating) aisle. But the seats themselves were anything but ordinary, they were plated gold, with bunches of de-thornier roses decorating the handles. A small piece of chocolate was placed in the middle of each seat. June could see doves caged in a far corner of the square, with a man fiddling with the lock.

It was all so surreal. June was set to walk down the aisle any second now. She took a peek out past the curtains, and found a rowdy, slightly out of place group of men seated in the back, with a bearded man who appeared to be hushing them. June laughed a little, before facing her mother. They gave each other a solem nod as the band began to play the themed melody. June stepped out, bedazzling dress, veil, boquet and all. She was absolutely stunning. Even the King paused for a moment, simply admiring his daughter's beauty, before linking arms and striding down the aisle.

"Sorry for striking you."

"Sorry for causing the palace to go to up in flames."

The two whispered as they walked. The Queen trailed behind them, and finally, June was face to face with Demitrius, King of Azar. They joined hands. June was so incredibly small compared to a man of his height and stature, but their hands fit perfectly. His grip was gentle, which was the last thing she was expecting. He was even prettier up close, and for a moment, she thought the women who flocked Dimitrius at the pier had a point. She could've sworn he could hear her heart nearly beating out of her chest. Between and behind them stood a priest who spoke words that June couldn't seem to hear, for all she could focus on was the curve of his spine, the way his hair flowed and contrasted with the dark suit, his eyes, oh goodness his eyes.

When June sensed anticipation from everyone present, she was suddenly aware of her place.

"I do." She said, her voice soft. He repeated the same. There were no objections.

"You may now kiss the bride."

June froze.
 
"I do." He replies. Upon noticing June freeze he smirks and leans close. His hand on her face where his palm covered her mouth from the viewing people. He kissed her cheek, though it was still close to her mouth it was her cheek or corner of her mouth. Dimitrius pulled away and dropped his hand and stuck his tongue out slightly with a wink in a playful manner for those watching.

"Long live the captain and his bride!" Yells a crew mate. Scottie smacked him and Dimitrius simply laughed. "They are a lively bunch." He whispers to June as they walk back down the isle. Next was the reception, which would be interesting.

The two get into a carriage to take them to their next destination. "I'll protect you from all crazy pirates out there." He chuckles "Nows your chance to get to know me before your asked a million question about me by those who write the news paper."
 
June knew he could feel her tensing, though when she braced herself, she was surprised to receive tender lips to her cheek rather than her own lips. Surprised, but also greatly relieved. She looked to Dimitrius and gave him a knowing nod, as if to say, thank you.

June held onto the man's arm as they passed down the aisle, finally getting into the carriage. She felt like a weight had just been lifted from her chest, and she immedietly bent over, hand over her chest, breathing heavily.

"Jesus christ, weddings are fucking gigantic. And there's more?" She breathed, speaking to no one in particular. Suddenly, she was aware of Dimitrius. She cleared her throat. "I- I mean, lovely wedding, isn't it? These uh, flowers are very nice." June corrected. She did have a reputation to uphold, even if she did grasp it by a thread.

"Alright then." June thought for a moment. "Tell me about your crew. And, if I'm not overstepping my boundaries, your father." She said tentatively.
 
Dimitrius sat their quietly before she commented on how the wedding was gigantic. This caused him to roar in laughter. It took him a couple of minutes before he regained his composure. "Your a funny woman. This marriage won't be half bad with these out bursts." He smiles poking her cheek playfully.

He straightens up and leans back. "My crew is a rowdy bunch of hooligans. I can guarantee you'll never be bored, you might facepalm a few times but that's about it. They are stupid and often make mistakes, but they are loyal and family." He sums up his crew casually.

"As for my father, he was a drunken bastered. Great man when he wasn't drunk, but he was drinking so much to the point that he was basicly sober with six pints of liquor in his system. What I'm trying to say that when he was drunk you'd only know because he would get violent. His mind didnt haze and he thought just as well as he did not drinking, if not better. Thats all I have to say about my old man." Dimitrius explains.

He knew his father wasn't a bad person but at the same time he despised the man that brought them into the world. After all he was the reason behind the many scars, well that and the fact that Dimitrius has always been a man of chivalry.
 
June rubbed the place on her cheek that had been poked with a tentative hand. She smiled as she listened to Dimitrius speak of his crew with fervor and pride. He really wasn't a bad guy. She only hoped his crew would be accepting of her, though, by the looks of the wedding, they wouldn't be too bad.

"Oh dear. I hope none of them fall over board. I hope I don't fall overboard." She says, laughing. Her face dropped a little when he spoke of his father, and she held her hand still for a moment. Drunken fathers were never a good thing.

"Dimitrius, do you like your family?" She asked quietly. He seemed rather indifferent to his mother and sister, and simply confused with his father. Or maybe she was the one that was confused.
 
"Does anyone truly like their family?" He asks her before he continues "I dont hate them and I have to love them. I guess I like them. We have our disagreements and we fight but at the end of the day we laugh about it. My mother is a kind woman, she's gentle, caring and loving. Its hard to imagine she feel in love with a man who was so rough in comparison. My little sister is a free spirit. She's head strong and if needed she will fight you. She's the kind of woman who intimates you but you can't help but love and trust."

Dimitrius looks at her with a small smile. "I like them even if they drive me insane."

He stayed quiet for a little while enjoying the singing of the birds. "What about you? Tell me about yourself, your family and friends if you have any." He says.
 
June giggled at Dimitrius' explaination of his family, they seemed to have a quirky dynamic. She sat up once he posed the same question and rubbed the nape of her neck, thinking.

"Ah, my mother is a funny woman. She's incredibly strong and tends to keep my father in line. It's kind of why he went absolute apeshit last night, sorry about that. She has this sort of intimidating aura, like she could kill you and feel no remorse, but also very lady like. Tender. Then there's my brother. He's a real gentleman, kind. A little too kind. He's really passive, but he's been trying to be more assertive as of recent. I just hope he's not trampled over once he's crowned. Oh! And Layla, my closest friend, my confidant. She's a maid, but we've been best buds since we could walk. Though, she's dark skinned and I'm often chided for speaking with her. She gets really flustered about it, but I just wave it off." She notes, laughing a bit.

"Ah, and my father. I don't really see him often. He's a good man, I know that much." June mumbles, pulling her legs up. She glances out the window.
 
"Neither of us seem that bad off then it seems. Though I guess you didnt expect me to be an actual prince or King. Like most you probably though it was a title given because I strike fear into those so now they bow to me." He chuckles slightly.

Watching out the window they soon one to a stop. "I guess we better act madly in love. Though royals are often thrown into marriage by their family they still have to seem like they love on another." He sighs. Stepping out he was greeted by his Crew yelling at him of sorts like why he didnt tell them he was getting married. He simply shoed them off and holds out his hand to June.

"Shall we Princess?" He ass giving her a charming smile.
 
June nodded and took the King's hand in her own, giving him a nervous smile in return. Stepping out, she puffed up her chest and made it a point to seem confident, but too confident, and elegant, but not too pompous. The pair linked arms, and she knew Dimitrius could feel her hands shaking. Yes, she was a member of royalty who had been poked and prodded by the media, gazed at with admiration by a million eyes, but never as a bride. No, wife. Never with a husband by her side. Oh, that term felt weird.

Suddenly a small group of three sailors approached them.

"Missus, what do you think of our captain? He hasn't done anything funny to you, now has he? The man's always had a knack for crawling up women's skirts-" The burly man suddenly took a punch to the face, stumbling back. June blinked.

"Sorry, cap'n. That one had a little too much to drink. Miss, nice to meet you. Call me Scottie." He said, holding out his hand. June shook it and smiled. What a nice man.

"Likewise. Call me June. Oh, and he hasn't done any thing, um, funny to me. I believe I'm in safe hands." She said, laughing.
 
Upon a crew mate walking up and speaking out like he did Dimitrius was almost at his throat. "Thank you. Scottie." He says smoothly.

"I'm a bit of a womanizer I'll admit but I only do what is allowed. Its hard being one a ship of nothing but men." Dimitrius admits quietly to her.

"Scottie is my first mate and is about the only one who can keep them under control when I am not around. I guess you could say in this odd family of ours he's the mother and I'm the father." He chuckles.

"Oddly enough he's right." Scottie chuckles.

Dimitrius nods and the men step aside. Other greeted them and music started.
 
June chuckled at their antics. "Of course. Good luck with that, you have a wife now." She choked on her words a little bit. "Christ, I'll never get used to saying that." She muttered, shivering.

Music filled the garden whilst men and women alike swung their hips to the saccharine rhythm of the beat, waving beckoning hands and twirling hair. Such was a jubilant occasion, the Princess was married! Rufus was chided for letting his little sister find a spouse before himself, and at this, both Rufus and June were flustered. But she was enjoying herself, much more so as the night went on. So much so, that she had accidently downed pints upon pints of rum. She drank as much as a sailor would, as though she was a soldier the night before her legs would be chopped off.

"Dimitrius~" June slurred, holding an upside down bottle of rum. She chuckled heartily and threw herself onto him, squeezing his torso with strength she didn't even know she had. "Dimitrius, Dimitrius. I- hiccup - Question- I have a question. Dimitrius, do you- do you think I'm pretty?" She asked, flushed cheeks, stumbling over both her words and her legs.
 
Dimitrius danced a bit with his new wife and once things started to settle down with her she drinks. Meanwhile he went to socialize with those ruling his new found domain. "Really, who would have guessed." Tells a man to Dimitrius. "Yes, well I bets go see my wife. She probably waiting for me." He replies walking away with a glass of scotch in hand.

Moments later he finds June flinging herself at him. "Yes?....what's your question?...Your stunning." He replies to her question with a gentle smile before taking the bottle from her hand. He whisks her away carrying her bridle style into his arms. He carries her to a room in the castle. She was still flinging herself all over him while he tried to get her to sleep and take off her dress. By the time he got her dress off he gave up trying to get her in anything else in.

Dimitrius tucked her in bed and she simply wouldn't let him go.
 
"Diiiimmiitriiusssss," June called, tugging at his clothes. She was cad in just the undergarments that had been suited for the wedding dress. They weren't as extravagant, but they certainly weren't meant for sleeping in.

"Dimitrius," She said, suddenly sounding hurt. The drunkenness still hadn't left her system. "You're not leaving, are you? Don't-" June sniffed a little, tears rushing to her eyes. "Don't leave! Stay!" She cried, throwing her arms and legs around him.

"You can't leave. I won't let you." She said, her voice muffled.
 
Dimitrius let's out a sigh and pulls off the rest of her sleep wear and buttons his shirt onto her. That was once he got her off of him. "I won't leave you, but can I at least get out of my suit?" He asks.

Once he was free of everything except his undergarments he pushes the blankets back and lays next to her. "Now get some sleep." He commands her. Soon enough she was out and he soon followed.
 
June slept well, off somewhere in the fantastical lands of sugar drops and gum pops. The next morning, however, was absolutely dreadful. She woke up not remembering a thing from the previous night, with a pounding headache. She shifted a little, so that when she turned, she was face to face with Dimitrius.

Dimitrius. In her bed. Dimitrius. Her husband. Dimitrius, her husband, was in her bed.

June let out a blood curdling scream, one that could be heard from the next Kingdom, kicking and flailing bedsheets around. It was then that she discovered that she was barely clothed, simply undergarments. She looked to the man she had rudely awakened, and ascertained that he, too, was indecent. June held the bedsheets to cover the bare parts of her body, staring wide eyed at him.

It was then that the doors burst open. June had made quite the ruckus, after all. A maid stepped in hurriedly, but not just any maid, no, it was Layla. The frightened look on her face changed to that of shock and confusion. She covered her face, blushing at the compromising position the two were in, absolutely speechless. Rufus rushed in behind her, throwing open the doors further.

"June, I heard you scream! Are you alrigh-" He paused, suddenly shocked. And then angry. "Dimitrius! What did you do to her?! How dare you lay your grubby fingers on my sister!" He yelled, running to grab the man by the collar. June suddenly came to her senses.

"Rufus, no, Rufus, it's fine! I'm fine! Nothing happened! I swear, Rufus, stop that!" She reassured him. "Nothing happened, right? You didn't do anything, did you?" June whispered suddenly to Dimitrius, as her memory of the previous night was a little hazy. Layla simply stood in the doorway, a look of amusement on her face. A few other maids and servants rushed in to figure out the commotion, but Layla ushered them all out, telling them to return to their duties.
 
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Dimitrius shot up and threw a pillow at her. "Shut the hell up!" He hissed. Soon enough the room was filled with people.

"Lay my grubby fingers? Thats an insult to Kings. And if I want to make sweet love to my wife I can and I will." He smirks pulling June closer to him. However when he got all up set again he chuckled and let her go.

"I actually didnt do anything, it was all princess here being drunk and not letting me get her into something else to sleep in. Nor did she let me change before pulling me down with her and cuddled me to death." He says "She wouldn't stop whining so I slept next to her. Simple as that, married couple sleeping next to each other in a bed. Last time I checked nothing was wrong with either ways this situation could have gone."

Dimitrius stands up and grabs the prince by the collar like he did to him only Dimitrius was taller so when he did it Rufus wasn't touching the ground. "I however am deeply insulted and will not let you get away with accusing me of anything. You touch me again and I will not let you off with a warning." He hissed lowly before pushing him out of his grip.
 
"Excuse me?" June said, flabbergasted at his 'sweet love' comment, but sighed when Dimitrius told them that nothing really happened. She covered her mouth while he told the room of all the things she drunkenly did last night, and covered her face. Oh, the embarrassment. She made a mental note to never drink that much booze ever again. Alcohol is a dangerous thing.

June frowned, however, when he stood and picked up Rufus by the collar. Her brother did nothing but brush himself off and scowl, but June was more assertive.

"Oh, no you most certainly will not. You threaten my brother again and you best sleep with one eye open. Rufus was just looking out for me, like a good brother would." She hissed, giving Dimitrius a dirty look. June ushered her brother out and called for Layla to bring them a change of clothes. When she came back, she gushed about her and Dimitrius, to which June protested.

"Awh, get into a lover's quarrel, did you now?" She chuckled.

"Layla! Oh, give me those," She said, taking the changes of clothing from the maid's hands. "Now hurry off, let us change." June sighed as Layla left, still giggling.
 
"Then your brother better think twice about touching me again. Brother or not that was uncalled for. Instead of jumping to things you ask things. Also the next time you shrill like that someone better be dying." He hissed back only this time he turned away. "We leave in an hour so say your good byes."

Once cloths arrived he quickly pulled on the cloths and walked out the door slamming it behind him. Their were something's you just dont do, and one of this was lay your hands on him and awaken him for no good reason.

Dimitrius continues back to his ship and when he gets there everything is loaded and ready to go. He climbs aboard and head straight to his room and plops into his hammock to sleep once more.
 
June flinched as he slammed the door. "Oh jeez, he's pretty angry, huh?" She mumbled to herself, throwing on her own daytime clothes. "I better apologize. I wonder if the rest of the crew has that short of a temper." She said, simply thinking aloud. An hour wasn't much time, but she would take what she could get. Farewells were hurried and rushed, but meaningful. She just about covered everyone in the palace before she had to leave.

June had, at first, packed 7 suitcases full, but upon Layla's suggestion, settled for just one. Rufus had himself and 3 other guards escort her to the ship. She stood at the pier, looking out at the vast expanse of ocean, and said a final goodbye to her brother. She had promised herself that she wouldn't tear up, and she kept true to her word, however, Rufus was a little on the sniffly side.

And finally, she boarded the ship. Scottie gave her a warm welcome and showed her to the captain's quarters. He told her to ask him about sleeping arrangements, as Dimitrius hadn't told them anything yet. June nodded and gave his door a few knocks.

"Dimitrius, I'm coming in." She told him, stepping inside. "Hey. Um, I'd like to apologize on behalf of my brother and myself. Sorry for screaming and sorry for Rufus getting handsy. Let's see now, Scottie told me to ask you about where I would be staying." She said, counting on her fingers the things she had to do.

"I don't want to be a bother, so I can sleep in the common quarters. I'm a member of this crew now, right? So it would only be fitting." She said matter of factly, pulling the suitcase to the front of her.
 
Dimitrius was sound asleep when she came in. One arm lied on the chest and the other over the edge of the hammock.

He however didnt wake up until he heard sorry. He opens his eyes slowly. "Its fine." He tells her "You'll sleep in here with me. I'll have them hang another hammock in here because I dont think you'd want to share mine. Or you could sleep on the bed. I dont know why they might do now that a woman is on board. You have to watch yourself darling, a bunch of horny men and one woman doesnt look to good."

Dimitrius rolls over. "Make yourself comfortable and I hope you dont get motion sickness. I'm going back to sleep, if you need me wake me up but dont you dare scream in my ear like you did an hour ago." He says before falling back asleep.
 
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