Night of The Pirates
Lysander River hesitantly paused at the golden entrance of the platform at the Akita Castle peering out into the garden, his spouse the emperor of the Sakha Empire, Wentworth Henrickson settled on the balcony beaming at his escorts who trained in the field, the only noise heard were swords swinging 'clang, cling, clash'.
Lysander walked towards his husband, his gloved fists over the gown he wore. "Lysander, I'm glad you exited your quarters," spoke Wentworth, Lysander faked a smile, something he's accustomed to ever since he left behind his kingdom.
Lysander despised Wentworth, every cell of his body needed the malicious monarch dead. "I think fresh air will cause me to settle," Lysander hoped to move home. Since his old man found out that Marcus Henrickson the third's son Wentworth wanted his child, he decided Lysander had to marry the future emperor.
Lysander hated how his papa discussed the idea. He hates his papa for sending him with a man whom he didn't admire. His father's words were bitter and struck him hard.
"Did you consider I married your mom because of emotion?! Stupid boy, I married her because of her beauty, if not I could have killed her the second I married her!" Lysanders' mother escaped his father Lothiar when Lysander turned six.
Ever since Lysander found out he would wed the grim-cold-hearted thirty-year-old monarch, he's cried, beaten, and tortured himself. Lysander hoped he could flee his fiancee's clutches.
Ever since birth, they entitled Lysander, the most angelic out of the seven kingdoms.
With his caramel waist-length hair, his silky white freckled skin; his baby face was as delicate as a women's.
Soft pink plump lips, long eyelashes, and naturally shaped eyebrows, he had a tiny baby nose that turned red when he was out in the icy winter, but his most loveable feature was his eyes.
Green-blueish big innocent eyes that drew everyone just like the deepest part of the ocean drowned its sailors.
Wentworth looked at his spouse then directed his awareness to the guards "You shall attend the ball tonight," Wentworth paused and steadily spun his body to face the younger male, He clutched Lysander's chin grabbing his attention, "You're expected to be there, do you understand?"
Lysander nodded just as his husband leaned down and kissed the child's plumped lips harshly. Lysander grasped the older man's black tailcoat with both hands, trying to pull away. Lysander hated his kisses, his touches, and the way he eyed Lysander
Wentworth gripped the boy's slim waist, trailing his hand down the boy's light blue dress. Lysander felt his food making its way up to his stomach. Wentworth pulled away before he could make a fool out of himself. "Go to your room, prepare yourself for the ball," Lysander nodded, walking past Wentworth who stared at the boy's retreating figure before looking down to his guards.
"Your highness," spoke a soft female-like voice gaining the king's attention. Wentworth chuckled, "Mariana, what a surprise," he spoke, his voice dark. How he hated the witch. "He still hates you. Every cell in his body is screaming for you to rot in hell where you belong,"
Mariana was beautiful, She was once the most beautiful out of the seven kingdoms, though times change. Mariana had her long black hair in a braid. She wore a light green dress, and her gloved hands were on the white golden column of the balcony.
Wentworth clenched his jaw. Of course, she had to ruin my mood, he thought, pursuing his lips. Mariana smirked; she had gotten under his skin.
"What do you wish for this time?" he asked, directing his dark brown eyes to the witches' emerald ones. "You," she said, walking past him. Wentworth licked his bottom lip and chuckled, making his way to the witches' quarters.
Lysander walked down the main hall. The hallway was dark with a few lit golden candles. The smell of dust reached his nose as he let out the tiniest sneeze. The hallway had a dark red wallpaper with golden floral patterns. It centered paintings of the previous kings and queens along the narrow hallway, guards, and statues surrounded which.
Standing in front of his bedroom doors, the guards opened the tall wooden double doors. The room smelled like books and scented candles.
Lysander leaned against the closed doors and slowly slipped down, tears streaming down his big green-blue eyes. His heart clenched. It felt as if daggers were piercing through it. Lysander's teary eyes roam the room.
Against the tall wide window was his wooden white with golden pattern bed; a golden rug had taken place in the center of the room. Rows of white pillows filled the bed with a satin cloth placed on the bed.
The wooden big white double dresser held dresses of all kinds of satin, silk, tulle, and many more. Lysander stood up shaken up and walked towards the tall golden dirty mirror.
Lysander eyed himself. His once white freckled face was a light red; His shiny eyes had tears slipping, landing on the light blue dress with butterflies on the breast area.
Lysander felt as if he had tainted the dress his mother once wore with Wentworth's disgusting hands. He sobbed and fell to the floor clutching the dress, his hand balled into a fist.
The maids walked past Lysander's quarters, their heart clenching as they heard the once cheerful boy crying. The guards stood quietly, not speaking as they heard his cries.
The sky darkens, angry that the boy who sang to them was crying for a man who didn't deserve it. The birds stopped their chirping and focused on his cries. The cries of an angel.
Captain Dryden Hades stood on the deck of his ship La Santa Rosa, unlike most pirates he was one of the seven kings. Since the age of sixteen, he's been Santa Rosa's captain. Being the youngest pirate king had its perks, but he lived through it.
Second, in command, Abitor walked towards his captain; they had stopped soldiers from the Sakha Empire gaining rum, wine, and the finest food; Steak, pigs, and fruits filled the ship.
The Santa Rosa unlike other ships was a galleon. La Santa Rosa had three masts, two square riggers with a lateen sail on the sternmost mast. Four-gun decks held 70-100 guns. It weighed 500 tons and had suffered countless battles.
They now filled The black ship with scratches from other ships and many holes. Yet the ship was unbeatable, and few lived to tell the tale.
"Captain, the soldiers of the Sakha Empire have finished loading the cargo onto our ship. What shall we do with them?" Abitor had dark blond hair, light skin, and green emerald eyes. He stood at about 5'5 and he wore a grey tailcoat with some black renaissance.
Unlike his captain, who had dark black jaw-length hair almost reaching his neck. Dryden had olive skin and dark blue eyes He stood at about 6'3 and wore a leather tricorn.
Dryden stared at his best man holding his sword. The golden handle had a skull while the rest of the sword was iron, penetrable.
"Kill Them," Abitor chuckled at his captain's bluntness, something he had accustomed to. "Aye Captain," Abitor stared at the crew and nodded slowly. The crew smirked evilly at the soldiers and one by one they were pushed into the shallow dark never-ending waters of Lessa.
"Wait, please!" yelled one soldier. The pirates stopped. Dryden glanced up from the compass of Dreams, which he held in his left hand, pulling his jaw-length hair into a low ponytail.
Dryden's father died by the soldiers of Lessa, who united with the seven kingdoms to stop the pirate age. They didn't succeed. This age became entitled the Great War. They killed many pirates and soldiers. This lasted twenty-four years not only pirate kings and future heirs died but women, children, and innocent men were assassinated.
Even now people are still talking about it as if it wasn't meant to happen. Dryden thought otherwise he wanted Lothiar, Lessa's king, dead.
Dryden shoved the compass into his tailcoat and stared at the soldier, "Speak," his voice dark and harsh. The soldier knew the captain would kill him, but it was worth a shot to save his life.
"Have you heard of the treasure of the king?" asked the soldier his legs shook as the captain slowly made his way over to him.
"Treasure, you say? Continued," The soldier licked his lips slowly and nodded "His name is Lysander, it's rumored that he is the most beautiful in the land. His skin is softer than a woman's and his body is that of a dream,"
The Captain chuckled, "A man? Please, as if the king were that stupid," The crew laughed, "He is the king's husband," the crew stopped their laughter and faced their captain.
"How old is he fifty?" the captain joked, chuckling; though his interest had reached a peak. Again, the soldier shook his head "He is nineteen sirs," Dryden licked his bottom lip slowly 'Disgusting' he thought 'How could a thirty-year-old marry a kid' Dryden glared at the ground as Abitor pursed his lips.
"Take him to the lower deck," the captain spoke, gaining his crew's attention. "We shall interrogate him later," nodding five men took the soldier down to Santa Rosa's lowest deck. The lowest deck was filthy, holes from the Great War filled the ship, rats and mice were everywhere. Chains and ropes filled the room.
"Set a course for Santa Camera, we have a witch to talk to," Abitor nodded and turned away from his captain. "And Abitor," Dryden spoke, eyeing the younger male "Speak with Camilo, He's worried yah know," Abitor stared at his captain for a few minutes before nodding, pursing his lips he walked away.
Dryden steered the ship away from Lessa's waters. Heading towards Santa Camera, the biggest city in the kingdom of Savannah, it also was where Belle, a thirty-five-hundred-year-old witch, lived.
Belle had been the young captain's lover. She had betrayed him the second she heard of the latest pirate king's death for a bag of gold. Instead, she received chains and sentenced to death. Dryden didn't despise the old witch; he still loved her.
Dryden grabbed his telescope and spotted Camera harbor where most ships docked. "Captain," said a crew member Grizzly or 'one eye' Grizzly had worked for the captain since they were sixteen. He was the third in command.
Grizzly stood at about 6'6 he was muscular he had short hair unlike the captain and he wore a loose shirt which was wrenched and some pants.
"Sakha Empire is having a ball, The wedding will be tomorrow night," Grizzly said, his voice deep and husky. Dryden eyed the thirty-four-year-old and nodded.
Dryden docked the Santa Rosa behind the waterfall of Leya. The waterfalls of Leya had gotten its name from those who found it, Queen Leya, amongst them. It was also where Belle's chuckling lived.
The pirates walked through the forest all they could smell was the rain and grass. The tall trees, which swayed lightly in the chilly breeze, blocked the sun.
Abitor spotted the wooden two-story cabin. Slowly he opened the wooden cracked door.
The door creaked as Abitor's nose scrunched in disgust. The smell of burning wood filled his nose.
Dead rats and mice filled the room as a tan, black-haired woman appeared. "Belle," spoke the captain as he eyed the woman he loved.
"Captain, what a lovely surprise. What may I do for you on this lonely night?" she spoke, her voice low and seductive.
Dryden's eyes landed on her dress. The purple tulle fell off her shoulders and diamonds centered at the bottom of the dress. Her cracked fake crystal heels were losing color.
"Have you heard of the king's husband?" he spoke, walking past her and sitting on the wooden rotten chair filled with holes, Dryden leaned backward.
Belle smiled "Who hasn't?" She questioned the pirate. "He's the most beautiful throughout the kingdom," she continued, "Would you like to see?" she asked, walking towards the diamond ball in the center of the room.
"Cortera situ notary," Belle whispered her hands in the diamond crystal ball slowly as the image of an adolescent male appeared; they could see only the back of the boy.
Dryden stood and walked towards the glowing ball. The boy who he assumed was Lysander wore a white gown. The gown fell off his shoulders. The crown he wore was pure diamond and gold.
Dryden like his crew felt captivated by the boy. His long hair had waved as his freckled skin shined because of the crystal chandelier at the top of the room where he stood.
Dryden's eyes stared at the boy, taking his whole aspect. The captain smirked, "Boys, tonight we have a ball to attend to," Belle stared at the Captain as his eyes lingered over the beauty in the diamond ball.
Belle pursed her lips "Belle you'll be my maiden for the night," Dryden said eyeing her as she nodded. Dryden stood up and walked past her. 'She smelled like flowers' Dryden shook Belle out of his head, thinking about the beautiful boy he saw.
Dryden's met beautiful males before, sure. Yet he's never met someone so female-like. Dryden closed his eyes and breathed deeply, the smell of rain and grass making him feel sick.
"Dryden, we should get going, the other pirate kings are going to be there," Abitor spoke irritation in his voice. Dryden chuckled, "Camilo will be there too?" Abitor pursed his lips, nodding.
Dryden laughed at his best friend. Abitor glared, "Camilo will mostly kill me," Dryden said, chuckling softly and shaking his head.
Camilo married Abitor, the former prince of Thrasea. Abitor loved Camilo; he fled because of his jealousy; it irritated the young pirate queen.
"He thinks I'm sleeping with you," Abitor mumbled. "That's why he's pissed," Dryden nodded, his attention directed to his best friend.
"He thinks I'd fucked your fat ass?" Dryden chuckled darkly "I guess I just have to talk to him," Abitor glared and smacked the perverted pirate across the head "You dimwit, he's my husband," Abitor said smacking the older male.
Dryden winces "Alright, Alright" Abitor sighed "Let's go to Isla Del Desierto, we have to talk to Camiro," Dryden laughed, they both knew Camiro will probably end up fucking Abitor for leaving.
Lysander stood next to Wentworth as guests entered; kings, queens, princes, and princesses were all gathered for the ball. The ballroom had pink satin curtains, a big crystal chandelier sat at the top of the tall room. The maids lined rows of tables with white cloth at the sides with fancy looking chairs.
Women wore their finest clothing, some wore fancy silk dresses, while others wore tulle gowns. The men wore tailcoats with their finest pants and shoes.
Lysander wore a white gown that fell slightly off his shoulders. The gown had light pink patterns that matched with his light pink heels. Lysander's long caramel hair waved and a golden tiara topped his head. A white masquerade mask covered his face.
"Wentworth your husband is beautiful I'm proud of you" spoke Hericlios, Hericlios the king of Yhana Empire and the father of Giordani the III.
"Thank you, King Hericlios I have to admit I sure got lucky," Lysander bowed and smiled at his husband lovingly Everything felt fake.
"Wentworth, I'm going to grab a drink. Would you like anything?" Lysander asked, staring at his husband. Wentworth stared at him and smiled, "Darling, thank you," Lysander smiled at the king and headed for the drinks.
"Lying doesn't seem suitable for someone so beautiful," Lysander froze. Slowly he faced the man who wore a black masquerade mask. "Do I know you?" Lysander asked his voice low, not wanting to attract attention.
The man wore a black tailcoat and his black jaw-length hair picked in a ponytail. The man had dark blue eyes.
Lysander stared at him. His eyes were dark. He found himself lost in them; they held an emotion he was unfamiliar with: lust, anger, whatever it was it drew the young prince deeper.
"Someone so beautiful surely wouldn't want to marry a man like that, am I correct?" Lysander blushed and looked down. Shaking his head, "I want to marry him beside it's my duty," the man chuckled darkly, "I'm Dryden," Dryden bowed down.
"Lysander," Dryden eyed the boy, "Could I have this dance?" Lysander stared across the room, his eyes landing on Wentworth.
Lysander nodded.
Dryden grabbed the boy's hand, and they made their way to the middle of the floor.
Wentworth stared as his future queen danced with a stranger, "Are you going to let that slide?" asked Giordani, Wentworth chuckled. His lips made their way to the silver goblet.
Lysander slowly danced with Dryden. Dryden's hands were on the boy's slim waist as they intertwined their left hands.
"I see why the king keeps you hiding, your beauty is beyond imagination," Dryden's word made the younger boy blush. Lysander has had many people call him beautiful, but the man was handsome himself.
Dryden stared at the redden boy. Dryden stared to say he wasn't bewitched would be a lie. "Do you say that to everyone you meet?" Lysander asked as Dryden turned him around, pulling the boy closer. Both made eye contact 'Bold' Dryden thought.
"Only when I'm in the presence of someone so beautiful," Lysander giggled, Dryden stared, his eyes slowly memorizing every little detail of the boy.
"For an old man you're very handsome," Dryden scoffed, "I'm twenty-five princess," Lysander blushed.
Dryden chuckled, "Though I'm glad you called me handsome," Lysander looked around, "I shouldn't be dancing with you," "why not?" Dryden knew the answer but acted as if he didn't, anyway.
"It's wrong, and I might end up in trouble," Lysander looked down. Dryden stared at Abitor as he danced with Camilo. Slowly, the captain nodded.
"Want to know something, princess?" Lysander stared at the man, confused. "I'm Dryden Hades's captain of the Santa Rosa," Lysander froze as the song ended.
Everyone in the seven seas knew about Captain Dryden Hades he looked around. Men smirked at him.
Lysander was doomed.
How hadn't he noticed it before? There were only a few people named Dryden, and none were royalty.
"What are you doing here? How did you pass the guards?" Lysander asked, looking around frantically for help. He already knew the answer to his second question. "They won't help you," Dryden chuckled and continued, "They won't even realize we're here. Unless you become a snitch, princess," Dryden whispered the last part in Lysanders' ear.
Lysander shivered as the captain stood up, his six-foot-three covering Lysanders five foot two. "If you're looking for help might as well ask your husband," Lysander glared "I don't need his help," Dryden stared at the boy amused 'He hates his husband huh' Dryden stared as Lysander looked at him.
"They know you're here," Lysander mumbled, looking behind the captain, "There my man," Dryden said, making eye contact with Lysander.
Grizzly stared at Abitor who nodded, "Boys, it's hunting time," steadily they walked towards the drinks pouring a sleeping remedy.
Lysander stood staring as the guest drank the wine. Lysander could do nothing because if he did, the pirate in front of him would kill him.
"I suggest you stay quiet unless you want everyone in here to suffer an exquisite death," '' Lysander thought, 'Why would he let them go'
"What do you want?" Lysander asked, "You," Dryden's answer was short, yet he stared at Lysander dead in the eye. The captain knew what he wanted and whether Lysander liked it, he was going to get it.
Lysander felt lightheaded. He stumbled backward and his vision blurred as the room spins around him.
Dryden chuckled as he gripped the boy's waist.
Guards circled him, then in the blink of an eye, Dryden snatched his sword and swung at the guards.
One by one the queens and kings; the prince and the princess fell onto the floor.
Wentworth along with guards circled the young pirate. The guards fell. Wentworths' eyes widened as he stared at the pirate he hated.
"You might've gotten beauty but you shall never detain the beast," Dryden spoke laughing as Wentworth's hand shook, his knees giving up.
Dryden grabbed Lysander and carried him bridal style. Smirking, the captain eyed the man as he laid down.
his eyes giving up, Dryden gripped Lysander's chin and pressed his lips to his.
The boy's lips were soft and plumped, Dryden bit the boy's lower lip. Lysander whimpered as the pirate pulled away.
The captain licked his lips. The boy tasted like chocolate and he loved it.
"You can't have everything in this world, my dear friend," Dryden walked and stood next to Wentworth, his dark blue eyes staring into dark brown "After all, not all are treasured for one man, and one man only,"
Wentworth closed his eyes full of rage before sleep took over. Dryden scoffed "Let's go, we have hell to raise," the crew stared at its captain before nodding "Aye Captain," their voices yelled in sync "You better explained why we kidnapped a princess," muttered Camilo his hand around his lover.
"She's he," Dryden said, Camilo stared and chuckled, "He is," shaking their head as the pirate kings walked down the stairs of the grey castle.
"He sure is beautiful," Camilo said, eyeing the boy, Abitor nodded, "He's so young, why would he marry someone so old?" Dryden stared at the boy who was laying down in his bed.
Lysanders' chest raised and fell slowly, his hair stuck to his face.