- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy (high, low and anything in between), modern, medieval, anything that'll keep me at the edge of my seat. Romance is absolutely necessary. And fluff. Just a lil bit.
Dusk swept over the sleepy town at a hurried pace. The red light district and bumbling drunks were the only lively things in the streets, apart from, of course, the castle. There, everything was crumbling. The Princess was missing, the Prince refused to give into her whereabouts and additionally refused to leave the castle, the King's papers and contacts pertaining to the deal had been swiped, the noblemen were only adding to the chaos and confusion while the Queen progressively felt more ill as the heinous night wore on.
June was absolutely peachy. She had crept past the palace walls while the guards lie asleep, unsuspecting of the absolute mayhem that would follow. Through the beautiful gardens, past the pubs, past the harlots, June finally arrived at the soggy wood of the docks. Before her, a majestic ship with a primed, polished quarterdeck, a grand mast and massive hull was tied to the ports by an intricate connection of rope and anchor. A beautiful woman looked to be carved into the beak of the ship, and June stood before such a magnificent thing with a parted mouth and eyes of wonder.
Just that very day, June had been gripping her brother's collar, screaming grievances at him as if he had control over anything that took precedence in their lives. Rufus had, essentially, been born as a bargain. Being a capital city near the coast was risky business, what with constant raids and attacks from neighboring nations looking to overthrow the King with sheer naval might. And thus, the King made a deal with a fellow member of royalty, the King of the Sea. A pirate, a criminal, known as the God of Gold to some and to others, a rat. Protection in exchange for the firstborn--a simple enough trade. Which was what angered June the most. The very simplicity of it, tossing away your own son like a pile of coins slid across a merchant table. Overwhelmingly, June had forced her will down the throat of her brother, the bargaining chip.
She would take his place.
Of course, that earned equal opposition from Rufus, who almost couldn't fathom his sister's stupidity. But in the end, after hours of bickering, he gave in. He would keep the plan under wraps until morning. He would sit with her and teach her how to hold a dagger, how to fire a cannon and how to fire a bow. He would not weep and he would stand by June until the very end.
Eventually, she mustered the courage to step on board. Almost instantaneously, a pack of grizzly looking men flanked her, eyeing the small woman with somewhat amusement. She took a shaky breath and puffed her chest out, paralleled her shoulders with the ground and held out the contracts and papers she had snatched. The men shuffled.
"I, June Asina Atticus Paciacus, Daughter of King Bacchus and sister to Prince Rufus, will be taking my brother's place as a fellow sailor."
June was absolutely peachy. She had crept past the palace walls while the guards lie asleep, unsuspecting of the absolute mayhem that would follow. Through the beautiful gardens, past the pubs, past the harlots, June finally arrived at the soggy wood of the docks. Before her, a majestic ship with a primed, polished quarterdeck, a grand mast and massive hull was tied to the ports by an intricate connection of rope and anchor. A beautiful woman looked to be carved into the beak of the ship, and June stood before such a magnificent thing with a parted mouth and eyes of wonder.
Just that very day, June had been gripping her brother's collar, screaming grievances at him as if he had control over anything that took precedence in their lives. Rufus had, essentially, been born as a bargain. Being a capital city near the coast was risky business, what with constant raids and attacks from neighboring nations looking to overthrow the King with sheer naval might. And thus, the King made a deal with a fellow member of royalty, the King of the Sea. A pirate, a criminal, known as the God of Gold to some and to others, a rat. Protection in exchange for the firstborn--a simple enough trade. Which was what angered June the most. The very simplicity of it, tossing away your own son like a pile of coins slid across a merchant table. Overwhelmingly, June had forced her will down the throat of her brother, the bargaining chip.
She would take his place.
Of course, that earned equal opposition from Rufus, who almost couldn't fathom his sister's stupidity. But in the end, after hours of bickering, he gave in. He would keep the plan under wraps until morning. He would sit with her and teach her how to hold a dagger, how to fire a cannon and how to fire a bow. He would not weep and he would stand by June until the very end.
Eventually, she mustered the courage to step on board. Almost instantaneously, a pack of grizzly looking men flanked her, eyeing the small woman with somewhat amusement. She took a shaky breath and puffed her chest out, paralleled her shoulders with the ground and held out the contracts and papers she had snatched. The men shuffled.
"I, June Asina Atticus Paciacus, Daughter of King Bacchus and sister to Prince Rufus, will be taking my brother's place as a fellow sailor."
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