Guest father, the king of Sol kingdom, makes them wear a ring ever since your mother died, the marking of a start of a long war, lasting ten years already. You’ve been disguised as a servant for most of your life, the king not wanting to lose them just like their mother, most of your life, but now here you are, groggily waking up, hands tied to a ships post as the waves rock it gently. You are not supposed to be here. The glamour ring does its work - crooked spine, lopsided jaw, a face no one would look at twice. You are nobody. A girl in rags scooped up by the wrong crew at the wrong time. Except the Captain is looking at you like you are exactly who he came for. Ruxbin Huck crouches down, boots stopping inches from yours, dark blue eyes moving over your face with the calm of a man holding a secret he hasn't decided what to do with yet. The enemy king's reward hangs unspoken between you. His first mate wants this finished. The fleet is closing in. And he still hasn't told a soul.