“So what should I be for Halloween? Because right now I’m really getting some Morticia Addams vibes but there’s always the classic ghost or pumpkin. And yes, I know it’s only September but I need something to entertain me.” Sophia remarked to whoever was close to her as she ate in the Cantine.
“Well Morticia’s look is one you would easily nail, though I think you’d make a cute pumpkin too. Are those the only runner ups or are there other viable options? I always loved taking it a little further, like dressing up as a murder victim or some deadly twist on a comic villain.” Emira said with interest, jumping on the opportunity to both speak with Evan’s sister and talk about something that pertained to normalcy, off the island.
A pleased expression played on the Hungarian prince’s face. It was long overdue, that haughty smirk he enjoyed donning on. Now, it as the perfect time.
❝Sorry, can’t hear you over the sound of how happy I am we no longer need to camp on the beach and pretend that we’re a bunch of teenagers.❞ Clearly, Andris did not mince how he felt towards the activity set out of for them by the pirates. ❝So good riddance to that.❞
Now that was quite the smirk. Emira thought with a curious glance. She hadn’t really intended to say anything about it. Honestly she’d rather just people watch than interact when her head was pounding like a nail being repeatedly struck by a hammer. But then she was somewhat spoken to, or at least in the direction of.
“Not your cup of tea huh? At least we were given free alcohol and food. That and the sex I had was what made the night bearable.”
It had been several minutes of just observing the Bulgarian princess quietly, before Thierry decided to give her a subtle nudge of his foot to gain her attention. She was to be his new charge and considering how negative her words were, he knew he was in for having a hand full. Turning completely towards her now, Thierry gave a slight shrug of his shoulders and added, “It’s not so bad. Do you not like the water? Don’t tell me you are one of those royals who cannot swim. I will never understand the logic in that – not teaching someone deemed so special and important a necessary life skill.” It really left those who couldn’t swim susceptible to the danger of drowning, whether accidental or pre-meditated. Figuring he should probably introduce himself to this sullen girl, Thierry said, “There’s a much better view back at my villa if you want to see for yourself. I have a spare bedroom and given you are my new charge, you may stay there if you wish. The name is Thierry Beliveau.” It was a casual introduction, but that was definitely Thierry’s style.
It was akin to being stuck in an invoulentary time warp, being here, where you could neither move forward nor backwards. As someone who had a lot of goals, aspirations, plans, Emira found herself feeling incredibly restless. Sure she knew well how to let loose and have fun, but she’d always had work to do on top. Calls to make, meetings to attend, battle plans to discuss, political issues to address. And now she had absolutely nothing to do. Glancing over at the guy beside her, Emira could tell from his first words that he were indeed another pirate. “My country borders to the Black sea, its not a sea view that I am opposed to. Its the endless stretch of it and what it symbolizes. An unknown end to everything that is known, familiar, safe. But yes I do know how to swim.” She said, her tone in between contempt and neutral variations. At his words she cocked an eyebrow, a little peeved to be found out like this, but not about to try and smooth over a first impression. Not at this very moment at least. “How very hospitable of you. I’ll come, it can’t possibly be worse than living with half of Europe down the hall. Emira Ivanova Dimova. I’d normally say ‘pleased to meet you’, but as I know nothing about you that won’t do, yet.” She nodded a bit at him. “Shall we?” She asked, given that he had just offered to show her his villa.
Finding Emira sitting by herself and what seemed to be in better spirits, Evan couldn’t help by smile at his fiancé. His eyes traveled her body from head to toe, noting she look polished despite her rough start to the island. “Seems you are in a nice mood. Whom do I owe the thank you to?” He asked inquisitively, doing his best to shield the jealously that was stirring within. It was blatantly clear how hot she was and how people often flirted shamelessly with her. While some would take it with a grain of salt, Evan was made of a different caliber. Deep inside he loathed anyone that looked at her flirtatiously, or too familiarly. Being at this party was going to drive him crazy if he stayed too long, this he already knew. There were a lot of people around, something that always made him feel on guard and uneasy.
“Well,” he began, taking the seat next to her to lean into her for a private word. “ Je pensais qu'après quelques verres, je te volais. Qu'est-ce que tu bois, ma belle?“ Evan was drinking some beer from one of the kegs. It was delightfully pleasant in taste, though the pirates standing by the kegs gave him a weird vibe. Emira knew how he loathed parties and usually made an exit when no one was watching. For her, however, he’d make an exception.
It wasn’t hard to deduce that what Evan felt the moment their eyes met, was some sort of relief. Had Emira been sober, she would have just about drowned in guilt, feeling like the biggest bitch for worrying him so much and letting that be the first thing he got to experience upon seeing her again after all that time apart. As it were, she was blissfully buzzed and able to pass over the notion just by focusing on how elated she felt at seeing him. “I am in an excellent mood. Which might prove very fruitful for you tonight. Who? Why the very generous bartender over here! Who knew pirates were this good at drinks and shots?” She chuckled at her own joke, though now that her fiancee was present, the bartender was more than old news. Emira only had eyes for Evan. When he was around, that is. So far she hadn’t really been looking for anyone else, and she didn’t really need anyone else either. And knowing the charming canadian, she suspected they wouldn’t be staying at this party for very long. Whenever they’d been at events before, there had always been a low threshold for sneaking off as soon as they saw an opportunity to.
Turning a bit on her stool to face him better, Emira curiously raised her eyebrows, listening intently to his fluent french. God she just loved it when he spoke french.. it was insanely hot. “Je vois. Vous êtes plus que bienvenus à l'amour. Droit maintenant? Des limon drop shots.Voulez-vous vous joindre à moi?” I see. You are more than welcome to love. Right now? Lemon drop shots. Would you join me? She gestured to the two remaining shots standing on the counter before her, offering him the one. Placing her right hand on his thigh, she lowered her voice, remaining close so that only he could hear. “You do one for me, and I’ll do whatever you might like, just for you.” Her grin was both mischievous and right down eager.
Playing truth or dare, or making a bet, would not be a good idea, because then he wouldn’t know just how much he would drink, and he was not a big fan of that, at all, not to mention that strong drinks were not his thing, whiskey, rum, etc, he only drunk when it was on a cocktail, and he had to admit that when the person ended up putting too much of it on the drink, he also didn’t like it, “I will pass, you know that I’m not a fan of doing shots, I prefer cocktails, and beer, they’re not as strong,” he would be up for hanging out with her, but he wouldn’t do shots, “We can do something else though, that doesn’t involve shots,” he shrugged lightly, there were some activities there that were fun, though he had to admit that the ones that had to do with catching or throwing a ball, he was terrible at.
It was pretty obvious that neither one of her suggestions, or any of the three if you counted the shots, were all that appealing to Carlos. Emira bit back a sigh, not sure what else to suggest as she was in a distinctively partying mood and had they not been good friends then she would have accused him of being both boring and a party pooper. However, that was no way to speak to your friends. “Well order something you like then? I just thought it would be more fun you know, drinking together.” She replied a bit more gently than before. “Okay, I’ll bite. What would you suggest we do?” Activities wasn’t something she was big on, she was mainly here for the access to alcohol, but if it meant getting to spend some time with him she wouldn’t object to at least giving something a try.
“Oh come on now, the night is still young.” she encouraged, wiggling her brows conspiratorially at Carlos. God he was such a sight for sore eyes. Besides her fiancee, he had to be one of the few Emira had actually found herself missing a whole lot from the moment his kidnapping was announced. As an over achieving, somewhat bitchy princess, Emira couldn’t say she had a whole lot of genuine friends. She had a bunch of allies, a lot of people who owed her favors or would do her one if she asked, but few true friends. Now Carlos, he was a true friend. One she was trying to persuade to do shots with her instead of stuffing his face with food. “See I’ll even make it interesting. We can play truth or dare? Or make a bet?” she suggested, tilting her head and playfully running her hand down his chest.
After his fiancé’s rough start on the island, Evan figured she wouldn’t be up for much partying. Still, the Canadian prince took it upon himself to find a tent for the two of them in case she did want to venture down to the beach and sleep with him that night. Lorne’s place was awfully comfy, but Evan liked the idea of camping out under the stars. In some ways it felt very freeing, which was the exact opposite of their current situation. Evan thrived on illusion and in this case it was no different. Sometimes the mind needed a distraction or something to aid in abating the reality surrounding them.
Wearing a basic white tee and a pair of light blue shorts, Evan meandered around the beach where the kegs were. So many options had the Canadian prince tickled. After pouring an Indian pale ale into a solo cup, he was about to search for Emira when he halted in his tracks, having to go no further. His raven haired princess was only a few feet away. Bounding over to her he leaned down to whisper in her ear from behind, “You came.” There was elation in his tone and he happily added in French, “ J'espérais que tu le ferais.”
At the time of the announced invitation to the party slash semi primitive camping at the beach evening, Emira hadn’t been particularly excited. Instead she had been annoyed and frustrated, a little furious even. Here they were, trapped and kidnapped, and the pirates thought they’d flaunt their power by throwing a fucking party.. it was damned cocky and smug all around. Creating a whole sense of unpleasant role reversal. Oh the havoc she would have loved to bring them in retribution for all of this.. her list just kept growing for each passing day.
But then she had got wind of the serving of free alcohol. And while she would tell any pirate approaching her how badly she’d want to see them crucified, she would do so while drinking their alcohol. Which had lead her to wash her arrival clothing and use whatever nicknacks she could find to polish her appearance and do her hair, before going to the so called party with her chin raised high. The bar had been easy enough to find, and she had quite literally parked her ass there, charming the bartender and getting blissfully tipsy on the drinks he was now all so willing to make for her. The sudden, although familiar voice in her ear made her start just a little. It was so new to hear his voice again, yet she’d do a whole lot not to be without it ever again. “Indeed I did.” she murmured back, relishing the easy body contact as she leaned a bit into him, a flirty smile spreading on her lips in response to the french. God he was so darn sexy when he spoke french to her. “Et me voici mon roi. Maintenant, ce que vous avez ici, avec moi, qu'allez-vous faire?” And here I am my king. Now what you have me here, what are you going to do? She asked curiously.
“I went to medical school in Baltimore. I’ve seen plenty of people in withdrawal so I know that every single person has different symptoms. But please, continue to belittle the person who gives you medication.” She raised an eyebrow at the woman. She was not going to be pushed around by someone who didn’t even realize that everyone wasn’t the same when it came to drugs. She handed her the trash can next to her desk. “You can take that home with you. I’ll get a new one.” She listed off some medications and Eliza could have laughed. She was not going to give either of those to her without a full medical check and it was clear she wasn’t going to give her that. “I don’t think many people cared that some might get their asses handed to them, as you put it. Normal people have to do this every day without medication. Welcome to it.” She moved to sit at her desk, letting the woman stay where she was. “I can get you some stuff for nausea and some aspirin. I’m not giving you anything stronger than that with your obvious history of addiction.”
“Yes it really shows from the way you run your piratey practice here without any meds to assist this kind of condition. And you really won’t get an apology from me for my attitude or distrusting a pirate doctor.” She replied, though not sure her skepticism would read given that she could hardly get the words out between dry heaving and trying to hold back her own vomit. The second she was handed the bucket she leaned over it and let it all out, shuddering in between bursts of puke. “Right.. so when my keeper find my dead body on the bathroom floor tomorrow morning, I guess you’ll have no remorse then?” Another wave of pain shot trough her, causing Emira’s body to twist uncontrollably. Fear gripped her chest at the thought of chocking to death on her own vomit or seizing out in the middle of the night. Reaching out, she gripped onto Eliza’s wrist tight, trying to pull her close. “Listen to me. I don’t wanna die on this fucking island. Whats it gonna take for you to change your mind?”
She couldn’t stop looking at the ever lasting line between sky and water, which seemed to stretch endlessly before her. Emira found herself detesting that skyline so badly. It was like a life sentence hovering before her, telling her that she would never see her family again, that she would never get married, never be a queen.. There were so many nevers now. Which left her utterly defeated, stranded on a beach she didn’t even know where in the world was located. Coming to a sudden stop, battling the urge to scream, she didn’t notice the guy seated on the sand just a fraction to her right until he accidentally shifted and his foot pressed against her heel. Sighing, Emira didn’t bother to do anything but move one step to the side. “God I hate this view.” she announced, not really caring if the male would respond or not.
“— Look, I’m not saying you have to be involved but I am saying that you’d get to share in the spoils of said victory, in this case: alcohol. And you’d get the added benefit of getting to spend time with me. That’s what I’d call a win-win.” Teddy leaned back in his seat with a satisfied smile and waited for confirmation as to whether he might be gifted alcohol or at the very least have a partner in the eternal quest to acquire some. In truth, he arguably ought to have been using his tenure on the island to detox from alcohol altogether, but he was far more entertaining ( in his opinion ) with liquor involved and he couldn’t simply let that fall to the wayside. “C’mon, mate, what d’you say? I’ll be an absolute saint after this, I can promise you.”
Emira cocked a brow, allowing him to ramble on even though she had already made up her mind. It was sort of like putting coins in a toy machine and see what you could come up with, slightly amusing, but also a little annoying as the machine never had a good claw and always made sure you just missed the prize you were gunning for. She really hoped this venture would not be like that. She was about to speak, when he went on a second time. This time though, he awarded himself a small chuckle from her. “You had me at ‘alcohol’, okay? I’m in. As for being a saint, please don’t bother on my account. So far, you’re far more interesting when you aren’t being one. So what exactly is the plan here?” To be quite honest, she was way more desperate than she wanted to seem. While her hellish adaption to sober life wasn’t entirely passed, it was certainly better now than when she had landed herself here four days ago. But not enough that she did not crave her old vices and would do pretty much anything to get a taste again.
Eliza immediately rushed to the girls side. Falling like that was never a good thing. “Methadone?” She looked at her, shaking her head. “We don’t…that’s not something I keep around. I don’t think any of us do.” She moved quickly, grabbing her stethoscope. She moved to listen to her heartbeat. It was fast but nothing that she wouldn’t expect for someone going through withdrawal. “Can you tell me what symptoms you’re having? I can get you something for those.”
Emira had never been one to think fondly of death. Of course as a princess you did consider its consequences for everyone else. Your country, your family, your fiancee and friends. But she had never found herself for even one second thinking of death as something welcoming. At this point, she understood why some people did.. as fighting like this, feeling her body tear at itself from the inside, made her question just how much more she could handle. Had she been in her right mind, she would have laughed at such a thought. Emira Dimova could handle anything. But her current self wasn’t so damn sure. “Oh fuck.” she cursed when the girl said she didn’t have methadone. “Lorazepam then? Or dilaudid? Seriously no one here factored in royals getting their asses handed to them when forced to be sober?” Her tone a little harsh, though she would say in her current state she was justified. “Some doctor you are.. haven’t seen many people in withdrawal before huh? Headache, body tremors, nausea causing vomiting, generally feeling like my body wants to tear itself apart..” Grimacing she waved towards the medical cabinet. “I need a bucket..” rolling her eyes she strainedly added “please.”
It’s as if some force or higher being had drawn Evan to his betrothed. There was news that a new princess had been captured, yet he didn’t know it would be his own fiancé, the princess of Bulgaria. Finding her on the beach looking so exhausted and vulnerable, he immediately fell to the ground next to her to scoop her up into his arms. “Mon chéri,” he uttered in French, taking in her disheveled appearance and finding his heart breaking for her. “Have you been hurt. Did they hurt you?” He swore to himself if any of them had personally laid a hand on her, he’d find a way to make them pay dearly for it. Pulling her completely into his arms, he began to carry her back to the villa where he stayed. The sun was too hot and Emira looked like she needed to be shielded from it. “Tell me what happened. I won’t be able to relax until I know,” he conveyed with worry in his tone. He was being strong for her, but deep down he felt like his walls he put up were slowly crumbling down. When it came to Emira, he had a profound soft spot that easily made him weak.
Had it not been for the grueling past days on a damned ship, Emira would definitely say she was dreaming. For the past year, she had only seen Evan in her dreams, or while hallucinating. And while those experiences had been nice, they had been equally painful. Now though she knew she wasn’t dreaming. How could she when it felt like her insides were twisting and burning? At least she did not have anything more in her system to throw up.. it was bad enough he got to see her like this. “While I would love to blame it all on them, this is all me.” She replied quietly, her voice hoarse and coarse. She leaned her head against his shoulder, finding that the only good thing to come out of all of this, was that she did get to see him again. Yes, she had lost a whole lot the second the pirates captured her, but at least she would die with her love and king. “Well, skipping the long version, I’m on my third day of sobriety in a year and my body doesn’t seem to fancy it. At all..” Another shot of pain made her toes curl and her body twitch involuntarily. Emira gritted her teeth to keep from screaming. There were about a million unanswered questions hovering invisibly in the air between them, though if she were to get any in she’d really need an ice cold shower or something first. “Its good to see you though.” she murmured, managing to produce a weak smile.
Eliza knew that having an office meant people coming in and asking her everything. Honestly, it was worth it. Her door was open and she was taking inventory of her new shipment. Her spreadsheet was very detailed, every single pill counted. She heard someone knocking on the frame and kept her gaze on the shelf in front of her. “Go ahead and take a seat. Let me know your symptoms or what you need and sign your name on the clipboard.”
It hadn’t been hard to ask around and be pointed in the direction of a doctor on the island, though the entire task had left Emira feeling winded and once again, neauseated like hell. She only got as far as the female doctors door, and miraculously managed a weak knock, before collapsing to her knees, groaning as she was trying her hardest to keep from vomiting all over the girls office floor. “Please..” she rasped, enduring another strong wave of tremors wrecking her body. “Methadone.. I need methadone..”
Nathan stepped out of Paradise Hall with a laugh on his lips, a buzzing in his head, and slight regret tingling his fingers. The cute keep who tended the bar was growing more brazen about her affection for him, and while he was due an excursion between the sheets, something held him back from allowing her advances to span more than a few drinks. Yet. Loneliness had a way of creeping into cracked armor, which was why he was relying on his willpower until it ran out.
Descending the steps to the sand, his fingers slid nimbly into his back pocket to retrieve the pack of cigarettes he’d acquired earlier. Nathan was trying to quit. Again. This would mark the third attempt, his longest stretch being three months on his last one, but alcohol was usually the culprit of a rocky start. He slid the cigarette between his lips and was in the middle of hooking the lighter from the pocket of his shirt when he noticed someone was behind him waiting for him to move. Nathan stepped to the side, sparked his lighter, and took a short puff before he spoke.
“My bad. Blame it on the margaritas back there. Heavy-handed bartenders and all.”
Emira stood about two feet from the hall, shrouded in shadow, staring at its entrance with a certain burning need in her eyes which she would have been embarrassed for anyone else to witness or discover. Her entire body ached, craving what she so desperately needed to still the pains that riddled it with each passing minute. She had barely slept since being dumped on this godforsaken patch of dirt. One might blame the withdrawal, others might blame the despair lurking just beneath the surface. Was this it? Would she really be forced to spend the rest of her life on an island that no one could find, surrounded by enemies, never to know what became of her country.. her loved ones. Never to become the queen she was meant to be.
Noticing a male exiting the bar not far from her, she also realized that being discovered here would land her in some trouble. So she did what any smart person would do, or at least attempt to. She moved, intending to sneak off without being detected. The second she passed behind him though, that plan was pretty much blown. He could sense her, she did not need eyes to figure as much. So she stopped, pretending that he was in her way, and lifting her shoulders in a shrug as she came up beside him when he did finally move.
“No worries. Anyone would be a bit slow on the uptake after such a night. Sounds like fun.”
The sun was blaring down on her, and yet all she felt, was icy cold. It just might have something to do with the thin but not at all ignorable layer of dried sweat coating parts of her body, making her shiver, even in the light of the sun. Walking across the sand with hurried steps, Emira was unconsciously rubbing her sore wrists from the journey at sea, though her mind and her eyes were fully occupied with something else. With finding that one person she both dreaded seeing, and would kill to see. Honestly she did not know what to expect if she did finally, by some random miracle, run into her fiancee. Not only was she a shadow of the girl he used to know, but she was also fairly certain being here was as close to a death sentence for both of them as they could get. Unless there was away off the island, they would most likely die here.. God that sounded so damn pathetic..
Rolling her eyes, and pushing strands of her hair behind her ear, Emira kept wandering. At some point she found she couldn’t walk any longer and sat down in a heap of skirts and long, matted hair, barely containing a scream that she felt as if had been building not for days, but for more than a year. Then all of a sudden a shadow fell over her, a person blocking the annoying sun that made her head ache worse than before and her eyes water from the brightness. Glancing up, she was expecting some pirate to tell her to get the fuck off the beach, though instead she found herself gazing into a pair of deep blue, painfully and blissfully familiar, eyes. “Evan..” His name came out weakly, near a whisper, yet also resembling a gasp.
(Nina Dobrev, bisexual, female) look who’s been captured; it’s Emira Ivanova Dimova, a 25 year old princess of Bulgaria. She has been described as ferocious and blunt. Hopefully she doesn’t cause any trouble. She is being watched by Mason Tulach.
Emira was born as the first born daughter, second born child, to the king and queen of Bulgaria.
She grew up incredibly lavishly, not having to lift a finger for anything or anyone.
Food, clothes, menial chores, even doing her own make up she was exempt from, as her fathers fortune, along with being a royal, was incredibly large.
He is considered to be the wealthiest man in Bulgaria and was so before he married her mother and ascended to the Bulgarian throne.
He is an was an extraordinary business man who’s made fortunes owning several euronics and oil companies he expects his children will inherit.
As such Emira became quite used to never doing anything for herself and having anything her little heart desired.
While she is the epitome of a rich, spoiled, bratty girl, she was also a diligent princess ready to ascend the throne, however because of her older brother she always knew it most likely wouldn’t be the Bulgarian one.
Because her brother, only a few years older than her, did his best to discard and ignore his royal duties, more than once trying to convince their parents that he wanted nothing to do with it, her father always relied on Emira to represent and eagerly included his daughter in any crown affairs.
Her parents think of her as their best bet, should her brother truly refuse his own crown when he has to ascend it, and they have contingencies in place should he do so that will make Emira their legal successor.
She genuinely cares for her people and have been fierce in protecting her country, in diplomatic work that would benefit her country and in representing her country world wide.
As a teen however she did have her rebellious phase and acted out quite a lot. Parties, drugs, skipping her duties as princess, you name it.
Her mother died when Emira was eighteen and this snapped her out of her childish ways and made her mature faster. While she was always a daddys girl, the loss of her mother hit Emira hard and she struggled for months to recover. Once she did, she swore she would never be broken like that ever again.
Once she got older she decided she wanted to follow her fathers footsteps and she attended university to major in Business.
Her fathers new wife and queen she detested with all her heart and often felt as if she had to compete for his love and affection after he married her.
While her father was never violent with Emira nor her siblings, he was vicious and ruthless and still is as king. As next in line Emira was exposed to his violent temper and cruelty when she was very young and it has in many ways shaped her own world view and way of thinking.
After her 23rd birthday Emira started her own company right after graduating with excellent grades. That combined with being involved in both her fathers companies and her royal duties easily consumed her time.
While Emira is outspoken, blunt and often crude, she is also sly. She will always be thinking of ways on how to gain something from others and how much she can gain also plays into how interested she is in their company or a mere conversation.
She has used her title, money and influence quite a bit to get her way in the past, even just to get someone in bed or make someone care for her. In her mind all relationships are usually business relationships.
She’s not used to anyone actually wanting to be around her for emotional reasons. The motives others would have are: money, appearances or pure physical attraction.
As such she was a model, respected, praised and cherished princess in public but a sexual deviant behind closed doors. She has been into a lot of areas sexually and quite enjoys it. Her sexual appetite is high to say the least.
She has been adored, loved, praised and worshipped her entire life and her confidence is thus very well intact. You would never be able to tear her down about her looks. When it comes to things such as letting her country down or her father however she very much doubts herself and is self conscious.
Her fathers approval always has and still does matter the most to her.
However her wild temper has gotten her into trouble more than once, despite her clever mind and savvy business sense.
Her country was about to go to war after the Italian crisis. This and thoughts of her siblings has her stressing out a lot and is further fuel for her intense desire to get back home.
When her fiancee Evan was kidnapped over a year ago, Emira went off the deep end. She was madly in love with him and the idea that she would potentially never see him again and have to cope with a life without him had her turning to all the vices of her teenhod she could thing of. Including drugs like heroin and MDMA, and heavy drinking as well as wild partying. Up until this point she had always done her best to hide her indiscretions from the rest of the world, wanting to be seen as a respectful princess. Now all that caution went out the window with her heartbreak.
When she was kidnapped, she fought very hard with all she had against her captors, finding herself bound hands and feet for the majority of the voyage at sea.
Now she’s suffering major withdrawal and struggling to settle or accept her new reality. Its slowly dawning on her that she might die on an island no one can find, surrounded by enemies, and she can’t quite deal with that.
If her hatred for the pirates was great before, its quadrupled by now.
Her opinion of pirates is that they are all a lowly, beneath her and worthless. She blames them for being taken away, for endangering her country, her people and her family. Royals however she respects and will be quite polite if not even friendly with.
Her beauty is usually the first thing people see and she loves to outsmart them, especially those who thinks she’s just a pretty face with no brains.
I would love to plot with any and all of you!! I’ll try to start reaching out after work tomorrow :) But feel free to pm me or dm me at Cat#7143 if you have discord, or comment on this post if you’d like me to reply to your starter or bug you about a connection or make us a starter ^^
