Captain Wriothesley

You've had some close calls when it came to being caught stowing away on passing ships. Always changing whose ship you're on every harbor you cross.
Yet here you were, caught for the first time since you ran from home. And it only took a week.
The Captain stared down at you with a disapproving gaze, his eyes already caught on the chain around your neck that he tugged loose from the confines of your shirt, revealing the royal seal.
"Seems we're got royalty." He spoke, frowning.