The Unwilling Queen of Pirates

Malevolent

"Oh. I'm not going to be your sacrifice, just so we're clear," Sparrow grounded out.

"Of course. I was just itching for your company through Wraithmarsh. I don't fancy traveling through the Banshee infested muck with just a lowly bandit."

Sparrow hummed quietly for a second while she considered what to do. Even if it was just Reaver, she missed the company of the three heroes and the adventure a quest can supply.

"Fine. When do plan on leaving?"

"Just a day or two. You may stay in my Mansion until I deem it necessary to leave. Follow me to your room unless you want to share..."

"No," she shook her head. "And it better not be a bed that you've had multiple orgies in and never bothered to wash."

"Oh very well, Sparrow. I'll take you to the cleanest bed in my cozy home."

"Sparrow smiled slightly. Of course, she was annoyed at his constant offerings to his bed but she missed hanging around others was skilled was herself.

Reaver escorted her to a room near the back of the Mansion and left her to check on his own devices. When he got in his own bedroom, he saw the dark seal appear in the middle of his desk, littered with old papers.

Sparrow left the Mansion about the moment Reaver left her alone. She wasn't going to leave Reaver to deal with the Shadow Court on his own but that didn't mean she was confined to his Mansion.

It took her less than two minutes to get to the Tavern and down an entire mug. Within the hour, Sparrow was heavily intoxicated with tears threatening to spill. The alcohol didn't work to mask her pain as she had wished it would. Her Hero blood worked hard to keep her thoughts from numbing away. Sparrow would have to drink at least a river of alcohol to have a chance to g3et fully drunk.

Slamming down another ale, Sparrow shuffled over to the gambling table with a hefty bag of gold in her hand.

Reaver couldn't be more surprised when he realized Sparrow had already left. Being as bored as he was, he took the excuse to go searching for her. It didn't take long as he heard the Hero yelling from inside the Tavern.

Her chair was shattered across the wooden floor as she leaned over the gambling table, cursing at the dealer.

"You dirty cheater? I saw the card s-slip outta your sleeve. Gimme my money back before I gut ya."

"Fuck off, Wench!" The man yelled back. "I ain't cheatin'."

Before Reaver could even pull out his own gun, the man dropped dead. Sparrow's gun was in her hand, smoke pouring out of the barrel.

Reaver was stunned silent. What he remembered to be a sweet naive girl was a coldly broken husk that just shot a man over coin. Of course, he was going to do that anyway but Reaver didn't want to witness Sparrow destroy herself.

What a strange thought that had occurred in his mine. He is Reaver. He doesn't care about women or men. There is only himself. He will not allow himself to feel such pity for another creature.

"Come along, Sparrow. Let's get out of this mess."

She did not argue, as she was still shocked herself. They walked back to the Mansion with Sparrow heading straight to her room without a word.

The Pirate King knew he should check on her, but he did not. He was not weak. Even Sparrow could not make him seem so. Instead, he decided to have a little "company". It has been too long since he's been in a woman and he won't wait.

Sparrow could hear Reavers and a woman's cries of pleasure, soon after she retired to her room. It was infuriating, seeing as she was trying to kill her own song of sorrow with sleep.

Today, she had killed a man. He wasn't exactly innocent but a few years ago, Sparrow wouldn't even imagine doing so. Six years ago, she hadn't even touched a drop of liquor or gambled away her hard-earned gold. She had changed so much that she gunned down a pirate, drank, and gambled all in one night. Now she was stuck listening to screams and the constant shaking of a bed.

Sparrow changed her mind. She missed the solitude now more than Reaver. Why did she even miss him in the first place? These next few days were going to be longer than any of the last six years ever could be.