Chapter 57

                                    

                                          
(^Annes outfit but without the jacket and gloves)
After the bastards surrendered, when I mean surrender I mean they had absolutely no other choice, the Brethren court had arrived. With their 9 chips sailed as well as their men, and supplies that would last us years at sea. Of course I gave them the most pirate welcome any of them would get, which was barrels and barrels and barrels of rum that lasted all night as well as whores but I didn't participate in that. I, however, was looking over the layout of the city to try to find the perfect place to wed my Dragon. My first choice was the throne room, but I realized that it wasn't exactly a good place considering it was for judgement. Then I thought about having it on the Raider, but I wanted to include something of hers. Turns out planning a wedding is A LOT of work.
"What are you doing in here?" I hear Smithy entering. But I kept my head down on the map, as I heard his footsteps come towards me.
"Your planning. You better not be planning your wedding, that's my job!" He stated taking the map from my desk, in which I don't protest but went over to my bottle of rum. Take the cork out and took a big gulp of it.
"Whoah slow down there, it's only 9 in the morning." He jested.
"I just want everything to be perfect. It's especially hard to plan a wedding when I have to make sure that the brethren court behaves themselves, because I cannot have them act like pirates on my behalf for they would embarrass me." I stated taking another huge gulp of rum.
"But Anne, you are a pirate and they are literally are pirates. You can't change who they are." Smithy stated looking down at the map.
"I know, I know. I'm just over thinking everything and everyone." I groaned dosing off into my head. My dragon has been through literal hell and deserves the best wedding. I have been reading about marriage in old Valeria how it includes a priest, a goblet, some vows and a kiss. Which does seem like a good idea to do a traditional route.
"Oook Anne I think you need a break from wedding planning and this room I general. So why don't you go find your Dragon so that's she can help you calm down and relax. I hear she's in her room, so here are come flowers and a bottle of rum." Smithy said handing me a bouquet of lilies and the bottle, all the while pushing me out of the room. 
"But she doesn't—"I started but ended up getting cut off by the door. 
"Like lilies" I sighed and decided to just go find her.
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Instead of finding my Dragon, I ended up at the arena. Where Young James was murdered, right here in the center of it all. The sand was still stained with blood all over, for everyone to remember what had happened here. I kneeled to the ground and placed my hand next to the dried blood, dreading that I wasn't here when he was killed. When ANY of them were killed, I could still hear the screams of innocents as they were gutted down like animals. Me yelling for my Dragon to get to safety and my crew telling me to get away. The last time I saw Young James, where he stood on the outer circle holding onto Whisper with his life. The fear in his eyes making my heart clench and ache from seeing it. I close my eyes as I tried to calm my heart and stay together.
Suddenly I felt a bump upon my shoulder, opening my eyes I see Rhaegals head in front of me. Bumping my shoulder as if he wanted to lay on my lap. Gently I sit upon the ground, letting him able to red his head on my lap. Since he got so big, only the very top of his head was on my lap, but that didn't stop me from giving him head scratches. He purred in response and shuffled closer to me, to which I laugh and just continued to scratch his head. It's funny how I was able to to watch him and his siblings grow up into these amazing yet deadly beasts and not get eaten yet. Especially from Drogon, who is the most dominant one of the three, while the other two are the younger siblings and just do their own thing.