The youngest of the royal family was around the age of ten when she first caught the illness. It was a slow working virus that made dark black blotches on the skin appear from nothing- making the area painful to touch.
When the first mark appeared the family was devastated- the princesses arm had a faint spot of death. Doctors came from everywhere, for days she was given treatment. But alas, non seemed to help the dying girl. No more had she went outside her room to play by the sea she loved.
Today the girl was twenty- she would have been married if it wasn't for the sickness. Her family had given up hope years ago- and it was a surprise to see anyone who wasn't the maids. Doctors stopped coming- get well gifts withered away. Her room smelt like death, and she knew it was only a matter of months before the estimated time of death. Her arm was blotched black- as was behind her neck and the tips of her right fingers. It hurt moving those limbs- but it was bearable to am extent.
Today was her birthday. Her twentieth birthday. ten years ago she received the illness. This year was different- someone was coming to see her. It was a pleasant surprise. A visit.
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Apparently it was a visit from a sea voyager who wanted to see the heir on her birthday- usually someone who wasn't of royalty wouldn't be allowed in the same proximity of the royal family. But it was different, Now. For her at least. There weren't guards around her quarter- not anymore. The maids were out for the night to- and she didn't see the visitor...
A creak of the door startled the girl- sitting up as the lantern lit the room. A man... with a sword. And a hat.. It was a pirate. Her gloves were on of course- this man wouldn't know she was ill unless he looked behind her neck or took the gloves off.
"So you're the visitor..." she mumbled quietly.
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