A FEW WORDS OF CAUTION

THIS IS A LEO VALDEZ X READER. I WILL TRY TO UPDATE ON A REGULAR BASIS, BUT WHEN INSPIRATION STRIKES, IT GIVES ME A CONCUSSION. I WILL NEVER PLEAD FOR IDEAS OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. THIS IS MY FIRST STORY. I APPRECIATE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM, HOWEVER, NO FLAMES PLEASE.

1

I check myself over in the ornate mirror closest to the throne room. I look just perfect for the occasion. My neckline is hideously low, my breasts nearly hanging out. The skirt on this horrible dress is nearly up to my underpants. My heels are high, my hair is done, and now a palace guard is coming to escort me inside. Let me explain. I am a virgin, not some hooker or a slut. I am wearing this dress for a very important task: kidnapping King Leonardo of Kabbinyne. The doors open, and I do my best to strut down a crimson carpet in a vast, bronze room.

In Kabbinyne, the people are mechanics. The throne room reflects this. Giant cogs and gears line the walls. But it is not these I am interested in. I am interested in the man sitting-lounging, actually, in a huge golden throne at the end of the hall. If the king ha two weaknesses, they are machines and women. I will be portraying the latter. My old clothes, strategically placed so that, if I pull a string, they snap to, beg to be this torture device's replacement. 'Soon,' I tell them. 'Soon.'

I have reached the king's plinth. I curtsy deeply. His eyes follow my every move.

"What would a…fine…young lady such as yourself want in my hall?" His voice is low and slightly hoarse. More manly than I expected. I squish this thought.

"Your majesty, it's quite private, I need your guards to leave the room." The king hesitates. "Please, your majesty, it's an emergency!" The king complies.

"All guards relieved from duty." They all exit, and I make my move. I sidle up to the king's throne. Perching on the arm, I giggle and grin. I feel sick.

"So, what's the emergency?"

"Well, I hadn't had some private time with the sexiest king in the world." I trace a finger down his arm and nearly gag. This is, by far, the most undignified thing I have ever done. However, it is necessary, and I get my first good look at the king.

He looks about twenty-five and Latino, with curly brown hair and a devilish glint in his chocolate-colored eyes. He pulls me onto his lap, grasps the zipper, and slowly draws it down. Now! I tug the cord, and my clothes unfold into place. The king, who as just removed the horrid ensemble I was previously wearing, stares in shock.

"Who-?" I leap up from his lap, flip him over, and hold my dagger, (which was disguised in my corset,) at his throat.

"Don't say a word, your majesty. I am (Y/N) (L/N), captain of the Tempest. You're coming with me."

(A/N) Sup guys! Sorry if I sounded a bit harsh earlier. This is my first story soooo I've got no clue what I'm doing. This is an experiment chapter just to see if you guys like it. Please comment and tell me what you think! If we get up to 15 comments, I'll post the next chapter! Bye!

-QueenOfThePuppies