The Spanish MermaidThe brig set it's sails in the early morning and left the harbour of Havana. The Spanish sailors were singing cheerfully as they worked, they had enough reason to be happy.The Spanish Mermaid
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Their journey to Tortuga wasn't exactly seamless, their ship was damaged during the storm on the sea, and they were lucky to be able to get on shore, but they had to watch their once proud ship being swallowed by the sea. Luckily, in Tortuga they found a fine English brig they happened to like. What else could they do, the ship was barely guarded, it was easy as pie to steal it.
After that, they sailed towards Havana after they realized the brig's cargo could be sold for so much more than the sunken Gaviota's. So like that they earned a lot more, and three days later the ship left the harbour loaded with sugar and rum, to return it's new crew to Spain.
In the afternoon the Isabel was rocked by the waves on the open sea, that was the brig's new name, given by the captain. There was no wind even after sunset, so the s
PrinceMale!Hungary X Maid!Reader Diary Of The Maid"Dear Diary,PrinceMale!Hungary X Maid!Reader Diary Of The Maid
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Everything is so different since I was taken here. I am still a maid, but the palace is different from a small inn in every way. I am also treated differently here. Back at home I was complimented for my skills. Here, even the maids look through me. They don't help me, they refuse to work with me, they scold me for nothing and talk behind my back.
The prince's whore is how they call me when they think I can't hear them. And I hate them so much for it. I do everything in the same way as them. And yet, they will always keep pushing me around.
Every morning, I enter the prince's room alone, because that's how he wishes. I don't push the curtains wide open and tell him loudly to get up from the window, like the old maid did before she retired a few weeks ago. Instead, I creep to his bed silently in the dim lit room and sit by his side on the bed. I hold my necklace against my neck so it doesn't get in the way, and I hold his cheek gently as I lean close to him to kiss him good
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Of course he wasn't alright. Why did you even ask? How stupid of you... It was the fourth of June again. The time of the year when he was the most irritated, angry, desperate and depressed, and it happened every year. It was the day when he put up his flags everywhere and he stared long at the drawings of his old, prouder and greater self. Sometimes he thought he could just easily forget but he was always reminded by himself when this date approached. The date of his separation.
It was the 93rd anniversary of that dark day when all the countries that surrounded him betrayed and ripped out large pieces of him, taking most of his territories and he was left to die. After losing the his most sources of power, it was a miracle he stayed alive. And he hated it. Why couldn't he just die rather than now living in shame?
It was the day when he would bang his fist into the wall, swear, and cursed the traitors and liars who made him into this. He could be quite agressive at times