22 The Last Laugh (1/2)

Maia had the urge to laugh. It had been the second time she heard those words. The difference was they said it straight to her face now. It still sounded just as ridiculous.

”What?” She fake gasped, ”The Crown Prince? What makes you think a low life like me has seen the Prince's face? Let alone be engaged to him?”

Then, she scoffed at their assumptions. No one in their right mind would come up with such a story. Such bold claims wouldn't be believed by the people.

”Oh, not this again, missy” the leader spat on the floor, ”Don't even try. We all saw you earlier with him.”

Maia pressed her lips together, ”You have to be more specific, mister. I had three male companions with me.”

”It was the good looking one” a subordinate answered for her.

The good looking one?

”You mean Raz? I mean, Rash? Rash of the Sea?”

No one moved but somehow the atmosphere changed. The name brought out an eerie silence and why wouldn't it? Raz's reputation composed of five men on the ground in five seconds, a silent murder of an evil baron, countless bodies drowned by the sea and tide after tide of catastrophes in her wake.

”You were with the Rash of the Sea?” The same subordinate breathed out.

Maia nodded slowly and bowed her head. She tried to hide her face by looking over her shoulder, mumbling, ”Yeah, we're in a relationship.”

The subordinates shivered while Grass-head immediately pulled on her ponytail, baring his teeth, ”You said your fiancé is lost at sea.”

Her face showed no fear—not even from the smell of tobacco coming from his mouth, ”Yeah, Rash of the Sea. Lost at sea. Same difference.”

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”It's not.”

”Whoever said women made sense?” Maia shrugged and leaned her head back. In her mind, she commented on how easily men get pissed off and how they liked to pull women's hair.

Not that she hadn't used those to her advantage.

The leader let go of her hair, gritting his teeth, ”Enough of this, missy! You have dragged this too long. Confess or we'll have to take action.”

Putting away the dagger he held, he pulled out a long sword from his belt and pointed it at Maia's chest.

The red haired pirate looked unimpressed, ”Oh my, I thought you said I was the Crown Prince's fiancé?”

”So you—arrgghh, enough!” Grass-head swung the sword to the side. It swooshed against the air then, it arched back to Maia's neck, ”Confess already! We saw you intimate earlier.”

”Intimate…” Maia looked up at the ceiling, thinking. It had been a long day. It was crowded too. They could have meant anyone, ”Oh, the hug?”

”Yes!” The leader pleased at their synchronization, ”We saw it!”

”Oh… That's not Rash.”