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He's quite a pretty man, her new lover. Handsome and thin, with silver-gold hair and grey-green eyes. A cleft in his chin and wisp of a beard. Fairly worthy; worthy enough to be her consort. He almost reminds her of the Lyseni sailor who had delightfully taken her maidenhead.
Roguish as any sellsail she had ever met, yet he's able to inspire such loyalty in the loathsome men he made into his crew. Quick of wit and quick with a blade as well. Often a cocky smirk or grin adorning his handsome face. Some of the older men had called him Rhaegar Targaryen reborn a rogue.
She had only ever heard tales of the famed Silver Prince's beauty. If Aurane had a sliver of his beauty, she was grateful for it. Many had also claimed that he was as soft as Rhaegar Targaryen as well. Aurane was certainly not a musician like the ever-famed Silver Prince, but she did understand what they meant in a way.
He was surprisingly sweet and good with his younger half-brother, Monterys. She'd half thought him to be as conniving as any other sellsail or bastard, but he was not like that. He had great care for his sibling who was beginning to near manhood. There was a great deal of tenderness to him. Most of the time, they spent their time sailing and fucking hard and fast in their cabin. Yet, when she was in his arms, she felt more like a pirate queen then ever.
The Kraken's Daughter and the Lord of the Waters. What a pair we are.