Catherine

I scaled the icy walls of the keep tonight to reach Catherine, only to feel her shatter in my arms. Her father signed the marriage contract—she’s being sold off to a cold, ruthless lord to buy another throne. She wants to run away to the open sea with me, but the thought of her father’s fleet hunting us down and punishing her people tears her apart. As we hold each other in the moonlight, heavy guard boots start pounding down the corridor toward her door, forcing her to choose right now: run with a pirate or bow to the crown.