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

Chapter 5: Questions

(Y/N) POV

Mila: ". . . What to ask first?"

Sylvia: "My question is will you be honest with us?"

(Y/N): "Yes, I will be honest with you two as long as I find that you are as well. My turn, are you both the real pirate Queens?"

Mila: "Actually, I took that title when I stuck the last pirate Lord. My sister took the title of pirate princess. My turn, are you really the son of the King of Aliousis."

(Y/N): "I am the blood kin of King Marcus, yes." They both nod. "Are you as brutal as the rumors tell?"

Sylvia: "*Laugh* What, that we eat children and torture our victims?"

Mila glared at the still laughing Sylvia.

(Y/N): "No, that you never honor agreements and that you would kill your own crew whenever it befits you."

Mila: "Lies, we only killed those who have attempted mutiny. Other than that we deal out punishment however seems to fit the crime. Also, we hate dishonoring promises, it brings a bad name to the Silver Serpant." I nod, good to know that they are at least honorable, or so they tell me. "What would a royal, especially the kings son, be doing outside the castle especially the night of the raid?"

(Y/N): "I wasn't going to let my people die by your hands. I tried to save them but my father is cruel. He pulled all the guards to the castle to protect his 'guests.'" They nod. "Why do you two have different accents, I thought you were twins?"

Sylvia: "Actually . . . Mila is three years older than me, our father was quite the womanizer so he had me and Mila. We were raised separately until dad took us away, I was 5 and Mila was 8 when we were taken. The accents kinda stuck." She talked like she despised her father. I guess I'm not the only one, huh? "What is your relationship between you and daddy?"

Mila: "Sylvia!"

She yelled at Sylvia for asking such a question. She isn't wrong to ask, they must be suspicious of me.

(Y/N): "No it's okay, I understand. Our relationship is strained, to the point of almost completely severing if it hasn't yet. We have different viewpoints on politics and so we don't like each other." They looked at me as if there was more. Then they nod. "My turn, I want this one to be the last one if that is okay."

Sylvia: "I would like to ask one more if that's okay with you."

(Y/N): "That is fine. My question is . . . what is your most honest opinion about me?"

Mila seems to not have expecting that. Sylvia on the other hand answered without hesitation.

Sylvia: "Well, you have refined swordsmanship, you have a knack for battle which I love, you are kind and I for one think you are HOT! Like damn, look at that lean body, your cloth around your arms are straining a bit and I can see your fine lines."

I blushed but kept my composure. Mila seems to stumble a bit after that last statement.

Mila: "I have to say, you are a well defined gentleman. You have instincts that are wasted amongst the royals. You also kept calm when walking here."

Sylvia: "Yep, almost all royals hate being around us 'filthy' pirates. Most of the time they piss themselves."

Mila: ". . . Yes . . . as I was saying, you were afraid. I can tell, but you wouldn't let us see it. And your combat prowess is most impressive. If it weren't the fact that you were a royal I would've asked you to join the crew."

I nodded. I see Sylvia pouting at her sister.

(Y/N): "So, what's your final question?"

Sylvia: "As honest as you can be," Her grin was like an imps. "What do you think about us, details man!"

I was surprised by this, I knew what she meant but I decided to play dumb. Mila leaned in, she was red as the wine but she still didn't object.

(Y/N): "Erm, well . . . I . . . I don't think much because we just met not even . . . Even for a day."

Sylvia: "*Laughs* Oh you asshole! You know what I want to hear, and be honest! We won't castrate you for being honest."

I swallowed my fear.

(Y/N): "Well, you both are very beautiful. I think you both have very . . . Well, very nice features, like the both of you have very nice curves in the right places a-and um, well . . ."

They don't say anything, I think they know that they are attractive. They just probably want to harass me. Mila doesn't say anything, instead she leans in a little more. And Sylvia just wiggles her brow and has a very cheeky grin. I start losing it.

(Y/N): "Oh man. Uh, I never seen women of your physicalities and I-I find your voices pretty sexy . . ."

The room was silent. Mila was at the edge of her seat and Sylvia just smiles, but it's genuine.

Sylvia: "Glad your honest." She leans in, exposing a portion of her cleavage to me. "If I may, you are a fine piece of ass yourself *wink*"

Oh geez. I have to get out of here before things get too weird. My chastity must stay untouch!

(Y/N): "W-Well now that's done, I-I should go back."

They look disappointed. But Mila clears her throat.

Mila: "As you wish, we will have a guard escort you to your cell."

I nod, after I ate they got a guard to lead me.

Mila POV

I mind as well have thrown him into the ocean with his arms and legs tied.

Sylvia: "You know how this ends." She was serious, she must really like that boy. "I don't care how good you are, the crew will tear him apart. You know this."

Mila: "Yes I do. But the fact remains is that the crew doesn't believe that he is dangerous. Other times I sent someone like this was to keep the crews morale up. But I actually think that after this he will be left alone."

Sylvia: "I . . . I understand. It's just he will get hurt and not like tripping on your knee hurt, it's the sharks tearing you apart hurt."

Mila: "I am aware of that. I just think that dealing with the crew now will eliminate any future complications. If not then he can stay in the spare bedroom."

Sylvia nods. She was always the kind one, not saying I'm not but . . . I am the one who makes the hard decisions. Thats why I'm queen.

One hour later

The crew knows not to kill him, so they must be bored or stopped by now. Me and Sylvia walked to the usual place to find the most unexpected thing. We stood there shocked to see over 50 men lying on the ground hurt or broken. There were others but they seem to stay away from the corner. Sitting on a crate in the corner almost unconscious was none other than (Y/N).