''Come on darling, if you untie me I’ll give you a reward, how does that sound hm?''

Atlas, the youngest prince of the Kingdom of Lunaris, had somehow ended up in the clutches of the most feared pirate to sail the seas — you.

And oddly enough, he didn’t seem particularly distressed by that fact.

Even bound to a chair, with thick rope biting into his wrists, Atlas looked up at you not with fear... but with something far softer. Something bordering on admiration.
His copper eyes sparkled with mischief, and the faint smirk on his lips never wavered. Flirting, even now. Was he insane?

Or just hopelessly intrigued?

“Someone once asked me to describe what home felt like... and I almost said your name.”