A Pirates Treasure.

Chapter 4 A Change of Plans [L]

A/N: In case it wasn't clear. The Prince James in this book is indeed Davids brother. ^ that guy. 

Evynne groaned as the curtains in her room were opened and the sunlight was cast upon her face, waking her up. She threw her blankets over her face.
"Oh Evynne, what on earth are you doing in bed this late??" Rebecca fussed at her.
"Go away and let me sleep." Evynne mumbled and rolled over.
"Prince James is waiting for you in the dining hall! You've missed breakfast. You're father is less than pleased."
"Must be Tuesday." Evynne yawned.

"Out of bed you!" Rebecca scolded her and pulled the blanket off of her head. Evynne held it up to prevent herself from being exposed as she was completely naked under her covers.
"Oh alright!" Evynne whined and sat up holding the blanket over her chest. Rebecca walked to the wardrobe in Evynne's room and looked through it.
"Since you gave away your best dress to a bloody bar wench I have no idea what to dress you in." She sighed.

"I can dress myself Rebecca, please leave me be." Evynne said.
"You give me your word you won't just go back to sleep the second I walk out that door." Rebecca said and put her hands on her hips.
"I promise!" Evynne sighed exasperated already.
"I'll be right outside the door." Rebecca said.
"You sound just like Garrison." Evynne snorted as Rebecca walked out of the room. Evynne sighed and flopped backwards, her pillows still smelled like Killian and she longed for him to be here so she could go back to sleep, wrapped in his arms.

Evynne rolled out of bed and put her feet on the floor, and went to the floor mirror by her wardrobe. She smiled and bit her lip as she trailed her fingers over the little finger print bruises, and tiny scratches from Killian's hook however she liked the little possessive bite marks she had here and there, all over perhaps the best. She frowned, wondering how long it would be before she saw her love again.

Evynne opened her wardrobe, and picked another one of her red dresses. Red was Killian's favorite color on her so she always tried to wear it. She dressed herself and sat at her vanity looking at her tired eyes. Although her eyes were tired, her face still had leftover glow from her incredible night with Killian. She brushed through her long hair as Rebecca came back into the room to help her with it, she braided parts on the side and pulled them back pinning them. The rest of her natural wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders. 

"Oh. dear.. What is this?" Rebecca gasped and looked at the tiny bruise on Evynnes neck.
"I ran into something at the tavern last night." Evynn lied and picked up her Tiara that Garrison had gotten back from the bar wench and placed it on her head.
Rebecca raised an eyebrow skeptically and Evynne just gave her a cheeky grin and stood up.
"Shall I go meet with my husband to be?" She asked.
"Oh of course, try not to run into anything else dear.." Rebecca replied narrowing her eyes, leaving Evynne wondering if Rebecca was not quite buying into her tales.

Evynne walked down the hallway and was met at the end by Garrison. She rolled her eyes and tried to storm past him in no mood for him today.
"You can be angry with me all you want Evynne. I warned you."
Evynne made a face "I warned you." She said in a low pitched mocking tone.
"Don't be such a child." Garrison said as he walked along beside her.
"Leave me alone Sir Garrison I am in no mood for you.. And your...you-ness today." Evynne spat.
"I'm afraid I can't leave you alone. After last night, I am to accompany you absolutely everywhere. It's your own fault. I want you to see something.. Before we go to the dining hall." he said and lead her down towards the dungeons.

Evynne's heart began to race. Was Killian caught on his way out this morning? She felt dread in the pit of her stomach as Garrison pulled her along into the damp and cold dungeons. She shivered and they stopped in front of a cell.
"Your actions have consequences that don't just include you. Take a look."
Evynne looked in the cell and cocked her head to the side looking at the woman who sat with her head down. She raised her head and Evynne gasped. It was Lyra the bar wench who had helped her yesterday.
"Lyra!"
Lyra glared and turned away from her obviously feeling betrayed.