"You're under arrest."
Aurora stared at the pirate for a moment, a confused expression on her face. Under arrest? That didn't make sense. For one thing, she hadn't done anything wrong, and for another, he was a pirate. Pirates didn't have the right to arrest princesses. She stepped forward and settled a hand on his arm, her expression concerned. "Are you okay, Killian? Are you drunk again?"
She sighed, shoving the mass of brown hair off her neck and shoving him with gentle hands towards the chair. It wasn't as if it was the first time she'd had to take care of someone drunk. Even Phillip - her kind, loving Phillip - had found himself at the end of the bottle once. How interesting that had been, and the conversation afterwards, when he had tried to apologize. "Sit down. I'll get you some water." She ordered sternly.
