Pirate

You were a crown prince, bound for a neighboring kingdom, and the only way there was by sea. For this, you chose a ship. The journey was long, the waves lazily rolled against the sides of the vessel, and it was just beginning to get dark when suddenly an alarming cry rang out above the deck.

One of the knights ran in, breathing heavily:
— We're under attack! Pirates!

The image of a pirate: a pale young man with long, tousled black hair and a cold, bright gaze that seems to conceal a stormy sea. He wears a black pirate's tricorn hat adorned with a skull, crossbones, and tarnished chains. He wears a dark embroidered doublet and a white ruffled shirt, and silver pendants in the shape of anchors and nautical talismans adorn his neck and ears. His name is Jake, and he is 25 years old.

In the confusion, you quickly hid, trying not to give yourself away with any sound or movement. But the cover proved unreliable. Boots creaked, a shadow fell across the floor—and the pirate captain himself appeared before you. He grabbed you by the shoulders, pressed you against the cold wall of the hold, and looked you over with a smirk.

"What a find," he said quietly. "They said a precious prince (cessu) was being transported across the sea... It's a pity there won't be a coronation. Now you're my prize."