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    After they were a few minutes away feom the castle he slowed the horse down to a less shaky and more steady pace. "You know..... I altered that cottage last year so now it only has one bedroom and one bed." He started, "Guess your going to sleep with me. It's a good hing I packed your 'special' undergarments," he joked referring to the transparent pair he had discovered earlier

    "That's interesting," he smiled, "You must read me one of your stories sometime," he added. He thought for a moment what to say then spoke, "My mother never really died. She ran off with one of the gaurds leaving me and my father behind. At the funeral her casket was empty but to my father she was as good as dead." He said revealing something no one in the world knew.




    |•| Nicholas Winslow |•|
    Appearance: Tall and well-built. He has tan skin and jet black hair with deep blue eyes like the ocean. He has well defined muscles an and and has a dangerous and attractive edge.
    Age: 25
    Height: 6'2
    Personality: Stouburn, protective, cocky, and flirty. He doesn't like not getting his way, and when he has his mind set on something he'll get it done. He is very cocky and often makes suggestive comments around women, but because of his skill in flirting they don't mind and most of them often fall for him.
    About: Nicholas or Nick as his friends call him is a pirate and the Captian of the 'Night Fire'. Unlike most pirates is highly feared and respected. No one would ever sare cross swords with him because of his skill in a fight. His first mate, Christopher, is his best friend from childhood and will do anything for Nick.


    Nicholas walked down the wooden dock. He was wearing black pants with a simple white shirt and a belt around his waist that held his sword and pistol within reach, his leather brown boots thudding against the ground as he made his way to his destination. He was receiving looks from every direction, some were fear filled others were lustful, but he paid no attention. He reached the house that he was searching for and banged his fist against the door, waiting for it to be opened so that he could collect his gold.