[It is said that if you want to transport a queen, you get a navy, and a king, you get a pirate.
Well, at least, that is what Edmund says. However, needs must. The war has pushed the royal family to bundle up the youngest queen and set her with Edmund's less than above board contacts, and insist that if the entire kingdom should fall in this, she will be safe. Edmund, particularly, insists that whatever may happen, this ship will fare her well to warmer waters.
So there she is.
Seventeen, and young, and fearless, or so it seems. Perhaps someone was worried she would cry, or be afraid, or skirt around in fear. If they did, they were proven wrong; she sits atop bow of the ship and refuses to do nothing, so she sews sails or ruins her fine hands doing whatever chore someone puts in her hands.
But the sun and the salt and the terror catches up with her, even then, and so she can be found, half asleep against a barrel and inside a twine of coiled rope, shocked awake with a heavy boot.]
I do whatever the fuck I want
Well, at least, that is what Edmund says. However, needs must. The war has pushed the royal family to bundle up the youngest queen and set her with Edmund's less than above board contacts, and insist that if the entire kingdom should fall in this, she will be safe. Edmund, particularly, insists that whatever may happen, this ship will fare her well to warmer waters.
So there she is.
Seventeen, and young, and fearless, or so it seems. Perhaps someone was worried she would cry, or be afraid, or skirt around in fear. If they did, they were proven wrong; she sits atop bow of the ship and refuses to do nothing, so she sews sails or ruins her fine hands doing whatever chore someone puts in her hands.
But the sun and the salt and the terror catches up with her, even then, and so she can be found, half asleep against a barrel and inside a twine of coiled rope, shocked awake with a heavy boot.]
I'm not sleeping!
[The insistence suggests that yes.
Yes that's what she was doing.]