The Princess and The Pirate
The pale moon shone a bright light casting an eerie mist above the open sea as Princess Anna Gondor placed her hands among the railing and stared out at the dark blanket covering the sky. The wind blew through her blue dress and lifted her dark hair up. The silent sea was haunting as it stared back at her with pity. A week from now, she would be delivered to her betrothed, a man she had never met. She had dreaded this moment since she was mature enough to understand her position in life. Her father had decided the groom fit her for and he came with a fancy title and a mansion large enough to fit an army of a hundred. Everyone would be happy; her father, the businessman who wanted nothing more than a man who would be able to run his businesses after he died; her mother, the soft spoken woman, who wanted a man who was rich enough to take care of her; her betrothed, the Baron Charles De Hutch. She had no idea if he was old or young; handsome or ugly. All she knew was that he was waitin...