(OnHold) Treasure: Negelcted Prince m!reader x Pirate Queen + Pirate Princess

Chapter 4: The Galleon

(Y/N) POV

They took off the bindings and pushed me in a cell. Here I am, in a cell that mind as well be called a closet with bars. I knew that they will eventually figure out that I'm useless since I was the disowned son of a king. But, at least the town will have time to prepare before the pirates attack again. I wonder how Van was doing. No doubt he was standing by that gate trying to let people in.

???: "Ahem . . ."

I look up to see Mila. She had a stern look on her face. I see Sylvia standing behind her with a childish grin.

Mila: "Do you know who we are?"

(Y/N): "I have heard of rumors. The leaders of the Silver Serpant who have killed the old pirate king and took his place."

Mila: "So far you are correct. I'm guessing you didn't know that those people were female." I nodded. ". . . have you eaten?"

I shook my head, I haven't eaten only because Father doesn't want the other kings to see me. So I stay in my room until they are done.

Mila: "Would you like something to eat?" I nodded. "Then I will be back in a bit to get you."

They left, in all honesty I was scared. I don't see myself surviving this endeavor.

Sylvia POV

I was confused. Mila has never offered a place on the dining table to anyone outside the crew.

Sylvia: "Look, I know he's cute and all, but he isn't going to here long once they take him back."

Mila turn to me, I stopped in my tracks. She looked around to make sure no one was listening. I leaned in to hear what my sis was saying. She whispered . . .

Mila: "I don't think that will happen . . ." I tilt my head in confusion. "Think about it, he may have had the ring but why would the firstborn of the king be left outside to die. It makes no sense."

Sylvia: "Maybe the ring was fake."

Mila: "His weapons, clothing, the way he walks, the hair, hell even the way he talks says Royalty. Don't forget that impersonating as a royal is a sentence to death. No, it's just that it seems like they don't care about him."

We pondered. It's obvious that he is royal, the real question is what did he do to be left behind.

(Y/N): "Father open this fucking gate or I swear to God I'll rip it down!"

I remember those exact words. I tell Mila about them.

Mila: "Hmm, it is possible that he favors the lower class so that must have upset the royals."

Mila was always the smart one, despite one thing. Though that isn't important. We will figure this out at the end anyways.

Mila POV

I was in deep thought. It was rare for a royal to care about peasants. The fact that the boy chose to save the child was admirable. But what got me was his instinct. He was obviously inexperienced in combat. I decided to tell Sylvia about.

Mila: "Hey Sylvia . . ." I explained the whole ordeal.

Sylvia looked deep in thought, obviously admiring his skills.

Sylvia: "I remember the child. I thought that was his sister or something."

Mila: "This is why I am inviting him to dinner. There is more to than what meets the eye."

(Y/N) POV

I have been looking around my cell. I stop every once in a while when a pirate comes to mock and taunt me. Once they leave I look for any weakness such as rotten wood or loose boards. But with the time I have I didn't find much. I hear foot steps, I stop what I'm doing and go back to sitting on the wooden bench. A figure approaches my cell.

Mila: "Are you still hungry?"

I nod, she unlocks the door and beckons me. I cautiously walk with her to where ever we were going. The pirates on the way there wouldn't dare touch me, but that didn't stop their comments. I kept myself calm with breathing techniques to keep myself calm. The two ladies behind me seem to be observing me, I can't give them anything.

Mila POV

He kept his cool even though my men threw insults and threats. Most royals can't even control their own piss much less stay calm. He doesn't know what was to happen, I could've lied to him and yet he keeps going. I notice that whenever we make a turn his eyes go us. It's like he was doing the observing. Note to self, keep a guard posted with him at all times.

(Y/N) POV

We walked around the ship, it was a well maintained Galleon. Everything was polished and nothing was rusted or rotted, shit. We made it to our destination, the captain's quarters. It was a big room with four other rooms and a table with a large world map. One of the rooms is the bedroom with two normal size beds opposite of each other. The second room is the bathroom, no further explanation needed. The third room is the dining room, it has a small table with four chairs, a small cupboard and a alcohol cabinet. The fourth room oddly enough is a bedroom as well just smaller than the other one. There was already plates set on the tables with the proper silverware in the dining room.

Mila: "Please sit!"

We all sat down. Sylvia and Mila have no table manners, it didn't even seem like they were even tasting their food.

Sylvia: "Vvuu nnoo, Vic *gulp* You know, if you weren't hungry. You could've just said so!"

(Y/N): "Do not insult my intelligence, this is just you two observing me like this is me observing you two!" I stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "If you got questions ask them, for I got some as well if you don't mind indulging me."

They both look at each other for some time, like they were talking telepathically. They both turn to me.

Mila: "Alright . . ."