Fantastic Beasts of Records: Lecherous Prince Of The Sea

Perverted. Immoral. Deviant. Corrupted. Debauched. It didn't stop there. The words kept on coming out of her mind like a scholar looking for a new meaning to a word.

The idea that her Captain was weak to a woman's charms was comforting because it meant that her goal would become easier to accomplish. But, flip the coin over, and you would get a man who swung his dick around like loose change, hoping that it falls into a pussy instead of being trapped in some corner.

Depraved.

Even now, she still couldn't fathom the idea of why he decided to remain in a brothel instead of looking for an inn to stay in. Was it so that he could easily call the whores whose legs has been grabbed more than the handle of a public restroom to his room, or to keep an eye on his crewmen who were also trapped in some room, sharing the body of a woman whose body has now been reduced to nothing more than an outlet for their sexual frustrations.

She didn't know. She wanted to know, to understand his reasons, and so, she asked. Of course, she did. Knowing everything about him was part of her reasons for being here, And he responded, with the most cryptic response she had ever received.

"A man who has spent his whole life chasing bread will seek another purpose if given another chance".

Countless falls of snow have found themselves deeply buried under her foot when she tried again, and again to unruffle the meaning of such words. She could not comprehend nor understand the way his mind works at times, or where his thoughts wandered during their conversations.

However, she couldn't deny that he was unique. But, still, the amusements that danced around his lips when he saw her confused expression left her irritated.

Sometimes, she wishe --

Annabelle shook her head. No, this was good. She was sent here to get whatever information she knew about Prince Wyatt. His likes and dislikes, friends and foes, and every other thing about him. So, it meant that she was progressing.

She turned her head back and looked at the woman behind her. Her name was Nina, a 1st circle 2nd rank ascendant, that's if her observation were correct.

She sighed defeatedly. Everything was going well. She was making progress. Except, he just had to go and get a wife.

A wife! Where in heaven's name did he get himself a wife?

How? Did he even know how ridiculous that sounded?

She chuckled internally. Of course, he did. Well, if his character portrayed what she knew about him, then she was sure that he was fully aware of what he was doing.

He is aware of what he does! That's it. That was what made the whole situation utterly nonsensical.

Questions upon questions danced upon her lips as she held herself back from asking. Knowing him, he would probably give another cryptic answer of how the woman was a damsel that needed saving.

"We are here" The guards bellowed. Their voices drew her out of her thoughts.

She nodded. Her hands pushed the familiar door open, and she walked in.

"Our king will be here in a few minutes" The guard announced before he walked away.

She nodded. The sooner they were done with this, the better.

And soon, their each found their seats beside the rows the chairs that faced each with a path in the middle that led to a pitiful resemblance of what seemed to be a throne.

…....….

"Miss Annabelle" King Ameal, the regal and frail old man she encountered before called out to her.

Her eyes were drawn to him as he sat down and made himself comfortable on his throne "I honestly wasn't expecting you this early" He spoke to her before he curiously glanced at the two individuals close to her.

She could tell that he was sizing them up. How troublesome!

"And may I please get to know the people besides you?" She predicted that it was only a matter of time before he would pose that question, and he didn't disappoint.

"They are my associates" She had no reason to explain to him. Explaining will only lead to more questions. More questions will only lead to them having some kind of relationship, and they weren't here for that. They were only here to pay the money she owed and leave.

"Oh! I see" King Ameal responded with a smile. The smile never left his face even after he heard my words. Internally, she shook her head. In a normal situation, her words would have been followed by the sounds of several royal guards marching in to accompany her out of his castle, together with some kind of punishment for her sudden disrespect.

But, around her were neither castle nor a band of abled royal guards. They were a far cry from it. This was what it meant to be a fallen king and the derision that came with it.

"The money then" He shifted the conversation.

Annabelle turned to Prince Wyatt and gave him a nod. Prince Wyatt nodded in response. He tucked his hands in his pocket and pulled out a bill worth 10,000 gold.

She had seen the bill before, yet no matter how much she looked at it, she could never take her eyes off it. If he had so much more money, wouldn't it be better to start a business in some multiracial kingdom and live the rest of his life in comfort and bliss, instead of becoming a pirate and enduring the problems that came with it?

Once again, her head scrambled around the man she called, her Captain. Prince Wyatt, the banished First Prince of Endossa.

She turned to the side and caught the eyes of some of the guards widening in surprise at the sight of the bill. However, King Ameal, the frail old man remained expressionless. It was obvious that as a king, he had probably seen and had more wealth than this.

Her eyes flickered towards Prince Wyatt and then King Ameal. she didn't know the situation was more pitiful. A crown Prince of one of the strongest human empires banished and thrown out of his kingdom, or a king who watched as everything he owned, everything her had and possessed turned to ice.

Both were the depiction of a fall from grace, however, when she thought about it more, King Ameal's situation was even more pitiful.

The king chuckled "It seems that you are friends with some rich associates" The words rolled off his mouth as though he was just making an observation. He turned and gave his guards a signal.

The guard ran forward and collected the money from Prince Wyatt.

"He will get you your remaining change of 3, 000 gold coins in a minute" King Ameal explained.

"Don't worry about it" Prince Wyatt shook his head in response "You can keep everything an extra for the amount of damage Annabelle had done".

Annabelle sighed in relief. No matter how unique her Captain might seem, at least, he still didn't possess enough thick skin to ask for change from a king as though he was some stall owner.

Even the thought seem shameless and ridiculous in her head.

Her Captain shrugged after he caught her staring at him. Even now, she wondered what he was thinking about. Even his behaviour was unperturbed in his current environment.

Surprisingly, his cool-headedness was only equal to that of Captain Crimson eye. Another sigh escaped her lips. That thought surprised her.

"Now, we are done, let's go" Prince Wyatt ordered.

A deep rumble tore from King's Ameal throat "Why don't you stay behind, and have breakfast with us" The king said, "I might be a fallen king, but I do know how to treat my guest".

"I…" She opened her mouth to speak, but her words were abruptly interrupted.

"Thank you, we will be glad to stay for breakfast" The banished Prince said. He turned to her and smiled "But, we are currently busy, so maybe some other time".

She sighed in relief. For a moment, she thought that he was going to say something stupid. She didn't know why, but she felt like he suddenly had the urge to toy with her.

"Really" King Ameal dropped his head low in defeat "I was hoping that you stayed behind for breakfast so that we can chat a little before you leave... You all will be staying in the Vrymath Kingdom for a while, won't you?"

"Yes, we will. But only for some days or a few weeks" Prince Wyatt replied.

She didn't know when it occurred, but he had already taken hold of the conversation and grabbed its full rein within his grip.

"Then don't you think that it would be wiser for a cat to make acquaintances with a rat before it dives into a sewer of densely infested rats" King Ameal spoke. His words sounded calmer than usual,

Nonetheless, she picked it up. She knew what his words meant and understood what he was trying to do.

Her head snapped towards her Captain.