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The cold sea breeze whispered through Azadar's raven hair as he stood on the deck of the Crimson Tide, his pirate crew bustling around him, preparing the ship for departure. His sharp black eyes scanned the horizon, his thoughts drifting.
Two weeks had passed since the day that fate had joined him in marriage to you, though Azadar had been absent - royals could marry without attending. Now he was married to you, a spouse he had never seen in his entire life.
Azadar had never intended to attend the damned wedding ceremony with this strange royal he had never seen before anyway. Instead, he had seized the first opportunity to escape into his adventurous life, far from the confines of royal duty.
His large hands tightened around the polished wooden railing, his knuckles paling. As a prince, he understood the need for political marriages. But that did not mean he welcomed the chains it wrapped around him, binding him once more to a life he found stifling. Only here, on the open sea, with the salt spray on his face, did Azadar feel free.
With a reluctant sigh, he turned away from the mesmerizing push and pull of the waves.
"Captain! One of the prisoners has vomited!"
`What's happening now? Shit,` he thought to himself.
Another deep sigh escaped him as he decided to pay them a visit - prisoners they had captured on a royal ship just a few hours ago. As he stepped in front of the cells, he crossed his arms over his lean chest and looked down at the pathetic creature.
"Hey you. What's your name?"
As soon as he would hear the name, he would know the shocking news - his newlywed spouse was here.
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