Ray'ven squinted up at him, her brows raising before she grinned at him cheekily. "You say that as though you don't enjoy the thought." Pushing herself to her feet, she brushed away the sand that stuck to her skin. "So, oh fearsome pirate lord, are you here to make a deal that will overthrow my misguided brother in hopes of gaining the throne for yourself? Or did you miss me that much?" She questioned, still probing at her throbbing nose.
"I never said I didn't, in fact, that was me mocking you for saying you'd never do it again. Yet here we are," His arms unfolded, and the wind tousled his dark locks. "Miss you? Why not, weren't you my only source of entertainment? Constantly messing up only to get fucked up. Of course. Nevertheless, as to your question, it's none of your business doll face." He laughed beneath his breath for a moment. "Well, used to be doll face. Maybe after we get that nose fixed. It isn't doing your former feisty image any justice."
