Sebastian's P.O.V.

I woke up to something warm enveloping me, it was nice, comforting even. I opened my eyes to find that I was lying on top of someone. I almost had a panic attack and quickly lifted my head. I realized it was the captain though. I let out a breath of relief and put my head back down on his chest. I then just lie there for a bit. I don't want to move, this is the first time in years that I've felt this safe. I nuzzle into his chest a bit, his husky sent ever present. It's nice. Maybe this is strange, I'm not sure. I don't know him all that well but I still feel so comfortable right now. I had completely forgotten about the bloodthirsty look he had in his eyes a few weeks ago. It was washed away by his kind actions of today. The only person that has ever done something so caring for me befor was my mother. At the thought of her I get a pain in my chest and my hands curl into tight fists as a feeling of anger and sadness roles in. I really hope she is ok.

After a minute or two my eyes wander back to the captain as I try not to think about things that I cannot do anything about. This man, despite everything, has been very nice to me... ok besides that he has been very nice to me. Maybe there is more to him than I thought. I started to really think, my mind delving deep.

Ok so he's a pirate. That I know. And to be a pirate, especially a pirate captain, you have to be ruthless. I can't just get scared because he puts on an look that is meant to intimidate. I'm a man to for god sakes, I should start acting like one! I sighed. This is allot for me to handle still, I mean I'm on a pirate ship of all things. Though unlike the rumours say they haven't treated me badly... ok maybe Schmeed has but that's not the whole crew. Isum is really nice, I mean the guy has saved my ass more than once when he didn't need to. Also Hisato, the cook, is a little crazy but he's nice to me even if he likes to poke fun at me all the time. Then there is Allen, he can be a bit uptight at times but ultimately he's a nice guy. There was also Jacques that I spoke to briefly a few times, he usually speaks with a mix of french and and english but for the most part you can understand what he's saying.

I then hear something that sounded like a grunt and glance up to see the Captain is starting to wake up. He tightens his grip around me, pulling me closer to his chest again. I'm not about to protest, I feel safe here, safer than I've felt anywhere else on this boat, or England for that matter. After all, even if I was in the castle I still had people trying to kill me left and right.

Sometimes I never knew that someone had tried to kill me because they caught them before they could do anything. However, there were a few close calls where I came face to face with my would be killer. I get traumatized every time. Seriously, the first time I was brought to the castle I was eight years old and it didn't take long for someone to sneak into my room and try to kill me.

I can still clearly recall the fear that paralyzed me as I looked into the face of the man shrouded in the darkness of my room. He came closer to me until the moonlight revealed the long silver dagger that he planned on plunging into my chest. He didn't get far though, but that was only because he hesitated. I guess somewhere in there he had some kind of morals because as soon as he saw my big blue eyes filled with fear and just barely holding onto the tears he stopped, it was only for a second but he did. His face was covered but I could see it in his eyes, he didn't want to kill me but that didn't mean that he wasn't going to. He moved after a moment of pause, coming at me and even though I could barely seem to breath let alone scream at that time, I finally let out a blood curdling yell of pure terror when i saw that knife coming at me like that.

At eight years old that was my first taste of what the rest of my years would be like in that castle, and relaxing would be something I could never do again unless I wanted to get very literaly stabbed in the back.

The guards came in and got the guy. After that tough, I always had problems sleeping in that room. I ended up asking if I could change rooms and they said it was fine, especially since I was barely functioning during the day from sleep deprivation which was hindering my studies to succeed the crown. Which of course was my father's main concern. It didn't matter that I was waking up screaming from night terrors but as soon as it was hindering my studies to do a job I'm not sure I even want, it suddenly mattered to the old man.

I felt a hand brush against my face taking me out of my thoughts.

"Hey, are you ok?" The Captain asked with a concerned smile. That was new, the way he said it I mean. For some reason I fell like something has changed but I don't know what it is. It's like, his eyes, those green emeralds of his, have brightened, or maybe softened? I don't know but I kind of like it. This new side of him is... nice.

"Mhm" I hummed, trying to push away the memories of almost being killed. I leaned my head into his hand, probably looking like a cat but I don't give a damn.

"Why don't you just be mine?" The Captain said out of nowhere as his hand caressed my cheek. What kind of question is that? I then heard a knock at the door and I know that the captain heard it too but he didn't even flinch, let alone take his eyes off me. I looked towards the door, feeling awkward. His eyes were asking for me to answer but didn't know how to.

"Um, maybe you should answer that." I say, looking anywhere but his eyes. I think he understood that I wasn't going to give him an answer to his question right away. It just wasn't happening. He sighed.

"I'll give you some time to think about it." he says, finally releasing his firm grip from around my torso. It felt slightly cold where his arms used to be. I got up off him and he proceeded to get off the bed, seeming to be going towards the door but stopped for a second, leaning his lips to hover just a millimetre away from my ear. "But not to much." his breath and the strangely seductive tone that he used sent chills up my spine. He then continued towards the door as if he had done nothing. Leaving me with my cheeks on fire and a little problem developing between my legs. Shit.