Page 4 of Queen's Griffon

Last she recalled, she’d been at the far end of the pier in Seaserpent Bay, scouting out an old chapel used by sailors. She’d run into the captain of a recently docked vessel. A captain who’d refused to give her passage but then done something to her. She recalled a foul-smelling rag being placed over her face, closing her eyes, and then the misery of puking everything she’d ever eaten—plus a few things she didn’t recall ever putting in her mouth.

A glance around revealed little, but enough. She was in a cabin, a small one with two bunks and a trunk under a porthole. She still wore her clothing and had her locket but lacked her sword.

A few things occurred to her in that moment.

She had been kidnapped.

By pirates.

Which meant she was currently sailing on a boat.

She rose to her feet, wavering as dizziness beset her. She had to wonder why the grumpy captain had abducted her.

Time to find out.

Avera took a quick peek out the window to confirm they were indeed at sea before she made her way to the door. She tugged the handle, but the door didn’t yield. She’d been locked in.

Unacceptable. She pounded with a fist and hollered, “Let me out, you scurvy pirate! How dare you kidnap me!”

It took a moment before the captain replied from the other side of the locked portal. “Now, now, little queen. I’d have thought you’d be happy. After all, you practically begged me for passage on my ship.”

“As a passenger, not a prisoner,” she yelled.

“Does the how matter?”

It did because in one scenario she wasn’t a prisoner locked in a room. Alone, she should add. “Where are Gustav and Josslyn?” Her Grand Rook and his sister, the duchess, escaped the capital with Avera and had been her loyal companions since.

“Back in Seaserpent Bay, I imagine.”

“You left them behind?” she exclaimed.

“I didn’t need the extra mouths to feed. Although I would have made an exception for your steed. Alas, I had to choose between you and the horse. Congratulations, you won.”

“Why did you take me?”

“Because I like interesting things.”

“I’m a person, not a thing,” she growled, almost losing her balance as the ship tilted. Her stomach lurched, apparently not yet fully recovered.

“Very well. You’re an interesting woman. One who might prove useful.”

“Useful for what?” Her heart stopped before she exclaimed, “You better not be ransoming me to Benoit.” Benoit being the man who’d stolen her throne by orchestrating her family’s murder and then framing Avera for the crime.

“I don’t sell people.” Was his sharp rebuke.

“You just abduct them.”

“I only did what you wanted while avoiding the unnecessary arguing. And before you ask why we would have sparred, you would have wanted to bring your friends and your horses. Demanded a cabin fit for your station and a host of other annoying things. By taking you, I’ve established you’re here by my grace. As such, you will be nice if you wish any amenities on this voyage.”

“Be nice?” she huffed. “I will eviscerate you.” And she’d take pleasure in wiping the arrogance from the pirate captain’s face.

“No thanks. I’d rather keep my guts in my body.”

The ship rolled and she teetered into the bunk. Her throat tightened as bile rose. “You are insufferable.”

“Not according to my crew.”

“You—you—” She might have said more but the nausea that took her didn’t leave her breath for speaking, just vomiting. So much vomiting.

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