Treasure: ℛℯ-𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓃 |Pirate!England X Reader|

𝚇𝚇𝙸𝙸

I bring my hands to his shoulders with a smile, gently grazing my arms across them, causing his shirt to move slightly, revealing a strange, scarred divot in the soft spot between his neck and shoulder; it resembles a bite mark— and my stomach turns at the sight of it.

That's where Mo...

I pull away from him, and he retracts his hands in surprise. "Is everything alright, love?"

"How could I be so stupid?!" I scream, disgusted with myself. I push myself to my feet and work my way towards the door. I hear the man shuffle on the floor behind me, and he grasps my wrist tightly. I stand there, unmoving, but I can feel him trembling.

"Don't go." I turn my head just enough to glance back at him. He looks up at me from his knees, a fearful look across his face. "(Name)."

"I don't want to hear my name pass through your lips ever again," I growl at him, ripping my arm from his grasp. "I cannot believe I forgot who I was dealing with." He continues to stare up at me, a look of abandonment upon his face. "You may have been something to me in the past, but now, you are nothing."

"I-I'm sorry about Mo-"

I swiftly grab the collar of his shirt, pulling the dagger from my boot and pressing it against his throat before he has a chance to defend himself, "The only reason I have not made another attempt on your life is because you need me alive."

He does not appear to be listening to what I'm saying, as all he responds with is, "You mean more to me than you know."

"You killed her."

He grows increasingly frustrated. "Can't you just listen-"

I press the knife deeper, "Why did you go to Fossorres?"

He attempts, one last time. "Princess, please."

"You are a monster," I hiss at him, heart beating out of my chest.

In an instant, I watch as his eyes go from pleading to enraged— the man is equally as pissed off as I am. "You are absolutely right." The way he's looking at me can only be described as hatred. "I am the bloody Pirate King." He grabs ahold of my wrist, rising to his feet, bringing my arm up with him. I wince at the strong grip he has on me, my toes barely touching the floor. I stare up at him as he glares down at me with those beautiful, unique eyes of his. He purses his lips and shakes his head before shouting, "Toby!"

The First Mate promptly opens the door— seems like he was not sitting in with Abel like he said he was going to. His eyes instantly widen at the sight of us, "What's going on-"

"Tell Jack to set course for Tealin immediately."

A range of emotions cross Toby's face— worry, confusion, relief, then, nothing at all. "Yes, Arthur," he whispers, closing the door.

"Tealin?" I'd read the name before in history books, but hearing it spoken aloud makes it seem like it holds personal, sentimental value to me, but I am not sure why. "As in, the Tealin Empire? The biggest presence on the continent?"

"Yes— that Tealin," he pulls my arm up further, causing discomfort in my shoulder.

"What business would the Pirate King have with the Empire?" I sneer.

He releases me, sending me crashing to the floor. "The Prince awaits me there."

That's when it clicks.

"You are indebted to the Prince?"

He freezes. "...What would you know of it?"

I grin, devilishly, dusting my pants as I stand up. "I was given a message for you."