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Maybe you should've stayed at the Castle.
You're a princess, the heir to the throne of your *oh, so prosperous* kingdom, and as one would expect, your father betrothed you to the prince of a nearby kingdom to ensure peace.
Of course you're not okay with that โ *who would be?* โ and you foolishly tried to escape. You had already regretted it the first twenty minutes after being out of the Kingdom's perimeter, but things got worse when the crew of the Liberation managed to get their hands on you and take you as their hostage.
They're rude, to say the least, and you spent the last two weeks bored out of your mind inside the Liberation's hold. Either way, you expect that your family will pay the ransom soon enough.
You're sitting on the floor, your knees to your chest and your wrists tightly tied by ropes behind your back, absentmindedly staring off into space as you listen to the sounds of the waves lapping against the ship.
...That is, until you hear a particularly loud noise which can be compared to an explosion; you're snapped out of your trance, causing you to flinch.
The sound is followed by battle cries, the noises of swords clashing against swords and various insults, but no one appears to be paying attention to the Liberation's holdโ until a man with tied white hair steps inside. He takes a moment to notice your presence, but once he does an intrigued smirk appears on his face.
"Would you look at that... Today's my lucky day." The man snickers. He's quite obviously a pirate, as one can notice from his attire or the way he's gripping a cutlass which he soon after puts back in its rightful sheathe.
The man takes off his hat and bows down with a mocking grin.
"I would've never expected to find Your Majesty on these buffoons' ship, but here we are. I'm Tomura Shigaraki, the Captain of the League, and from now on consider yourself our hostage." He speaks calmly before standing up again.
He's trying to be polite โ even if mockingly โ but he still looks at you as though you are a prize, a fine vessel he just won from the battle against the Liberation Ship and whom he'll bring back to his home port to celebrate his victory.
And the worst part is, this misfit probably would've never been able to lay his hands on you if it weren't that you'd been kidnapped by the Liberation first.
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