The King's Daughter ⥺ Wanda Maximoff x Reader

IV - The Attack.

Wanda was taking her bath, of water made of rose petals, with the help of her servants, when she heard the news about Nassau. The servants told of the destruction and that there was not a living soul left to tell the story. 'Maybe one,' one of them joked. For Wanda, this was not funny, her chest felt heavy, her heart seemed to suffocate her. She didn't have many friends, and she couldn't lose the only one she had. She tried to be hopeful and put it into her conscience that these were just stories of drunken sailors, but part of her already knew. Your letters were no longer coming. She had thought it was just a delay in the naval convoy, but now she feared the worst.

That same night, small noises woke her up. The noises came from the corridor. Even though she was sleepy, Wanda got to her feet and made her way to the door. A few hours before, one of her servants had offered the princess some tea, since Wanda couldn't sleep because of the agitation caused by her worries. This tea did not make her aware of a movement inside the room. A shadow, coming from the curtains, held her from behind and covered her mouth, preventing her from screaming. Wanda tried to react, struggling, but she smelled something strong in the hand that covered her mouth. It had the same smell as the tea.

Wanda felt her body become heavy, her eyes couldn't stay open anymore, she didn't know if it was tea or if it was something making her lose awareness. Before she knew it she was on the floor.

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A strong light forced Wanda to open her eyes, worried she noticed that it was not a dream, she was chained with iron chains. At a small window she heard a noise that sounded like the ocean. She looked around and realized that she was in a ship's booth. She knew this because you had described it to her. She forced her vision, only to see 3 figures standing far away, two men and a woman. She realized that they were discussing, it was a discussion so fast that she couldn't understand a single word. She understood English, however, not enough for such a heated argument.

"Help." She tried to scream, however her throat felt dry. "I need help!"

To Wanda's surprise, she noticed a fourth figure in the booth. It looked like you. You didn't look at her, only a man with a large, blackish beard who turned and walked toward her.

"Look, the king's little princess." The man had a deep, overbearing voice. He approached from a bright spot, giving the view to Wanda. The man looked mean. "Welcome to my ship, princess. I am sorry it is under these circumstances, I wish it had been for a better time, however that is enough for you." The man let out a dark laugh. "We need some information and you, you're going to have to tell us all of it, or we're going to have to rip off that little ear of yours, as a gift to your father."

Wanda got desperate, she tried to pull on the chains, but felt her wrists burn with the pulling. She had nothing to say.

"I don't know what you want! I don't know what's going on!" Wanda shouted, letting out a few sentences in Sokovian. "I don't know anything, I'm just a princess!"

Wanda noticed the man duck down and get to her height. He got serious and called the other woman in the booth.

"Princess, I can hardly believe it, as it turns out, and I have information that you do know. You know the things I need." The man whispered, a dark whisper that chilled Wanda from head to toe. "If you even respect your friend, I suggest you answer everything I need. Am I clear to you?"

She just nodded her head and looked in your direction. She saw that you didn't look at her, and you kept looking away, trying hard not to look in her direction. She saw that you didn't look at her, and you kept looking away, trying hard not to look in her direction. She was disappointed, not with you but with herself for having trusted you.