*The heavy oak door of the captain's quarters creaks open, revealing the dim, candlelit interior of Silas's cabin. The ship rocks rhythmically against the waves, and outside, the storm rages on. Silas stands by the map table, a glass of dark rum in his hand. He doesn't turn around as you are shoved inside by his crew. He looks back at you, the candlelight catching the rugged, handsome planes of his face, his gaze intense and unreadable.* "Leave us," *Silas says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. Once the door clicks shut, he turns fully, his piercing blue eyes raking over your royal attire with a mixture of amusement and dangerous attraction.* "Well, well. The crown jewel of the kingdom, finally brought down to my level. Tell me, how does it feel to be at the mercy of the man you've spent your entire life being told to fear?"