The Queen and Her King

Last Minute Prep

Brielle POV

Alright, I've gotten an outfit together and gotten dressed, abandoning my pastel blue dress and clean-cut look. May I say, dressing like a pirate is so much fun. I genuinely feel good in this sort of do up, I mean yeah maybe it's because the shirt and the jacket were Harry's...

That's probably it actually, his clothes are just so comfy.

Anyway, back to the point. I jogged over to my vanity since we're in a rush and ripped the hair tie that held my hair up in a ponytail from my hair and ruffled up my hair some so it looked a bit messier, sticking some bobby pins in just to give it volume in certain places. Then I just stared at my reflection, something was missing.

Oh yes! Eyeliner, black eyeshadow, anything to make the eyes look darker and to make them pop, just like Harry wears it. I picked up an eyeshadow brush and paused before putting it down and just using my finger to apply the eyeshadow to my eyes, I can safely assume that they don't really care about how your makeup looks, as long as its there right? I also contoured my cheekbones and jawline to make them extra sharp, that helps with intimidation right? Sharp features? Oh hell, I'm just gonna go with it.

Oh yeah, my outfit. I went for one of Harry's white casual pirate-like long-sleeve shirts that was quite big on me but who cares? I tucked that into a torn-up skirt of mine, probably from a Halloween costume or something like that, then underneath that I put on some fishnet tights I stole from Evie at one point, don't ask me when I have no clue. I also dug out one of my corsets, because let's be real you do indeed need a corset sometimes for those certain dresses that are just destined to suffocate you, I haven't worn a corset in years but now it just goes with the look. Then I put on some tall black lace-up boots with a very minimal heel and to really sell the look, I stole one of Harry's black jackets and had it sitting on my shoulders just for dramatic effect. I also found a black bandana, I figured that for sneaking onto Captain Hooks ship I would use it as a mask for better sneakiness then after that I can use it to hold my hair back, so for now I just used it to hold my hair back. As a finishing touch, I put on some black leather gloves I had for when I whipped out my motorbike, yes I have a motorbike. I'd love to whip it out more but I'm just too busy for that stuff most of the time but I have one, Ben bought it for me back in the day as a birthday present.

That year I got him a pair of socks, it's the thought that counts okay?

I put on some mascara and my look was finished, I just looked at my reflection for a second, in the background I looked at Harry's mother's sword, sat carefully on my bed. I slowly stood up and walked over to it. I picked it off of my bed and held it in both hands for a second, it sounds weird but I feel like I know her from all I've heard about her, not to mention I now own something of hers that she found very important. I couldn't help but talk out loud to her, that's if that sort of stuff works that way but I honestly find comfort in doing so as the reality of what I was doing really hit me,

"I really do hope you don't mind me using your sword, I don't have one of my own and I know how much you love Harry, as do I. Of course in two different ways, but I just hope you know how much I do love him. I mean, I'm using your sword to help him, hopefully, you're alright with that... I just really hope I'm right here. I have a gut feeling about this, I'm pretty sure I'm right... I just wish I had confirmation you know?"

I simply stared at the blade in its holster a few more seconds before putting it on, the sword now on my left hip and the holster sitting comfortably around my waist. I subconsciously went to the Celtic knot pendant and rubbed over the crystals with one hand and took a deep breath,

"Alright Brielle, get it together you have one more thing to do"

I muttered to myself before jogging over to my dresser and taking a small clock off the top of it. Its a rather annoying clock, really loud tick already but it needs to be wound up and I haven't done so in years. My mom and I made it back in the day when she was teaching some of my grandad's tricks of the trade. I held my breath and wound it up for one minute. It didn't start up at first, but one gentle hit on the surface of my dresser got it going, the loud ticking filling the room. I smiled at the fact that the small clock still had some life in it, hopefully it'll scare the life outta Captain Hook.