Ray'ven sat in the furthest corner of the room, far away from the man who sat watching her with a smug look on his face. He had worn it ever since the ship had set sail away from the base and away from her father. He had not allowed her to leave his presence, a way to rub his victory in her face. It did not help that the other men in the room were boasting loudly.
"Did ya see the look on his face! Ha, the bastard thought that he would win this!" One shouted, arm draped around his buddy's shoulder they laughed together.
"He thought that he would best us, the fucking bastard! But our captain outsmarted him!"
Ray'ven's hands clenched into fist as they continued. Loud and obnoxious. 'My father will not fail the next time. You are the fools.' She hissed in her mind before she felt an arm sling around her waist.
Razmyr pulled her flush against his front. "And I held her just like this, dangling his precious daughter a foot away yet he still couldn't reach her."
