Feliks

One could hear the rats and the water dripping from the roof. It was cold and wet and I did not feel as if I was in the Borussian Kingdom. It was just as worse as in the hold of a ship. Why did I think that the prison was luxury? Probably because I imagined the Borussian Kingdom to have enough money to add more comfortable elements in the cell? I was watching the rest of the crew as they were trying to stay as positive as possible. We were hoping for the best outcome. My eyes caught Lizzie's, who was mumbling incoherently.

"What did you say, Lizzie?" I asked, curious of her thoughts. Her head perked up rather startled, as if she had not expect anyone to hear her. "Oh," she whispered before raising her voice a little, "I said that we are not welcomed here. . . Have you seen the people's expression when they saw us?"

She never cared about other people's opinion, so this was strange to hear from her, but I saw the change in her eyes. Lizzie was considering her actions. I know she was never concerned about strangers' wellbeing; being with Gilbert must have changed her. "What will await us? The kingdom does not care about us," she continued before staring at the dirty ground.

"You can't be serious."

Now all eyes focussed on Natalya who had uttered those words with a frown. "The kingdom does not care?"

"What do you mean?" Lizzie's eyes were widened.

"First of all, the Prince is going into a war because of you," Natalya began, but was stopped as Lizzie told her that it was only due to Edelstein's motives and threat to the kingdom that the Prince was taking those steps. "Elizabeta, he wants to protect you by saying that we are all under his order and not to be touched by any of the guards. And he is trying to stand against his father for you," the assassin added before a light smirk adorned her face. "He likes you."

That made Lizzie blush, "W-what?"

The older captain started to chuckle next to his daughter, patting her shoulder. "Tell me more about him," he spoke with a grin, "The handsome Prince is smitten by my dear Lizzie."

"N-no, h-he is not smitten by me," she stuttered, gaining grinning faces from everyone in the cell. Her usual composure was never nervous, but sometimes we had seen her embarrassment. It was a freshening sight after the ordeal over the last weeks.

"Y-Your Highness!?"

All of the pirates turned their head towards the source of that voice; seconds ago we had heard steps. I knew who it was – we all knew who it was. The prince's voice was steady and commanding, "I hope you have taken good care of them?" The soldier must have nodded quietly, because no other word was heard until prince Gilbert stood in front of the irons bars that caged us. His arrogant smirk was on his face as he watched us. "The King accepted my request," he announced and I sighed heavily. Thank God.

"You are considered Allies now and are receiving rooms near the Castle to rest. You are officially under the command of the Borussian army," he acknowledged, before his grin widened. While he had spoken, his eyes had never left Lizzie's. And to think that she was still denying the evidence that he liked her?

"Some of the guards will lead you to your new rooms."

It was then that my eyes wandered behind the prince. A small hand was holding his and a little child was standing behind him; hiding from our eyes with a light blush. His eyes were red and puffy, probably from crying. This had to be his little brother he cared so much for. Why was he with him here in the prison? I stared at the small boy before a chirp caught my attention. This yellow bird of the prince was settled on the boy's head. It was an extremely cute view and I could not hold my excitement. "Aw, that is so cute," I uttered clapping my hands. Sadly, Natalya next to me misunderstood. "What is cute? That the guards are leading us to our rooms?" she asked, baffled but a little annoyed by my weird outburst. I shook my head, pointing to the blonde child behind the prince. Now the kid got the whole attention and hugged one of the albino's legs.

"Oh, yes," Gilbert laughed, a proud expression on his face, "that is my awesome little brother Luddy."

The guard next to him stared at the prince. His eyes spoke more than his face: complete confusion. He was introducing his brother as "little Luddy" instead of "His Royal Highness". For us pirates, every person in our crew and family was considered as an equal and lovable person. We made no difference in ranking even if on the pirate ship there was a certain hierarchy.

Some of the royal guards were coming down, preparing to accompany us to the rooms.

After some minutes, it was only a few of us to leave the cell and Gilbert had waited for us next to the cell; he had been growing extremely quiet and I had the feeling that he had a question for Lizzie but was too nervous to approach her. I wiggled my eyebrows at Lizzie who was confused by my allusion.

"Miss Natalya Arlovskaya, I have received the request from my Colonel Laurinaitis to send for you," a new guard said after having entered the prison.

"What?"

Natalya's frown was not as intimidating as usual, because her cheeks were coloured. "Why?" she affirmed her question from before.

"As far as I am aware of his intentions, Colonel Laurinaitis has complimented your abilities in swordsmanship and fighting and wishes to ask you if you want to train a part of the army to prepare for the war."

Well . . . That was not what I had expected. But I understood why, she was a trained assassin and capable of killing anyone. I prodded her shoulder – in a lovely manner – so her admirer had complimented her, in front of the army. It was pretty clear that this man liked her . . . a lot.

She was silent and I took the chance to answer for her. "She accepts," I exclaimed, and she was ordered to exit the cell before she could deny the request. Although her glaring was a sign that I would be facing an angry Natalya in the evening; she would snarl at me for this action. Oh well, I was used to her cold manner and knew that it was only concern. She had a twisted and misunderstood character, therefore I was not angry at her way of dealing with these events.

"Elizabeta?" the Prince walked towards her, a proud smile on his face before bending down to push his brother towards her. "This is my little brother, Ludwig. Ludwig, this is Eliz, the awesome woman I told you about."

It was a cute scene to see the three together, especially as Lizzie greeted him with a warm smile.

I looked at her father, who was smiling gently. Upon seeing me watching him, he cleared his throat and looking away.

We were on our way to our new chambers. I was walking next to my old Captain. Lizzie had been asked by the prince to show her the castle with his little brother. If anyone had told me that this would happen after two weeks of abducting said prince, I would have laughed very hard. It was clear that the two felt comfortable in each other's presence. While a smile was gracing my face, I looked at my side, seeing Captain Héderváry lost in his thoughts. "Captain?" I asked, concerned by his strange expression.

"Y-Yes?"

This was extremely strange, to hear him stuttering. Something was clearly wrong, but I was not Feliks if I would not ask him about his troubled mind. "What happened?"

His eyes were clouded by negative thoughts; the question was why? We were in safety and the risk of being killed by the Kingdom was not of our concern anymore. He must have seen my determinate look on my face; because he did not deny that something was worrying him.

He sighed. "You know, I met her here. . ."

I was confused. Who was he talking about? I needed some seconds to realise who her was until I saw a sad smile on his face. "You . . . You mean Lizzie's mother?"

"Yes," he whispered.

I never knew she was a Borussian citizen because Lizzie never told me about it … unless she did not know either. "Does Lizzie know about this?" I asked and got a shaking head as a reply. "B-but?"

"I always wanted to tell her, but I waited for the perfect occasion to speak about it."

"There is never a perfect occasion to tell someone of their mother's homeland," I said softly, noticing that the man was fighting with his emotions.

"It has been such a long time since I have seen this city. I could never come back after she had died," the Captain explained, "Her grandparents still live here; they have always worked for the royal family."

"W-what?"

He eyed me for seconds before nodding. "It's true. Liz's Grandmother took care of the Queen when she was presented at court an engaged with the King. She also helped with the first son's birth, Prince Gilbert."

The shock was still claiming my body; how could this be? Was destiny playing a joke on us? Lizzie, who had abducted the prince, was the granddaughter of a servant who had helped with Prince Gilbert's birth?

"As if fate wanted them to be together," I muttered, too quiet to be heard before telling him that he needed to tell his daughter this story.

"It is her right to know," I affirmed, "It is your job as a father and Captain."

[A/N: Yes, a little background information of Lizzie's family :3 and Ludwig has his older brother back :DDD. I just noticed a sentence in this chapters sounds a little like Mrs Bennet (from Pride and Prejudice) xD oh well whatever xD]