[Ugh, this was cliched. It was probably already a cliche when she was still alive. Rider leaned on the balcony with her head on her hand, huffing out an annoyed sigh as her other hand tapped a steady rhythm on the railing.]
[What was she doing? She was a pirate, for God's sake. A terrifying privateer who looked at her problems and then threw flaming ships at them. Or in this case, a terrifying privateer with an elder god residing within her head. Same difference.]
[The point was that she was the villain of her own story and quite happy to be, thank you very much. The villain never got the fairytale happily ever after, obviously. She was used to that; enjoyed it, even. The brightest flame burned out the fastest, but it was brilliant for the fleeting moments it existed.]
[This...this wasn't her. The fancy party, the nice dress, the sparkling jewlery...it wasn't Francis Drake. This kind of thing belonged to someone else entirely, the kind of girl whose life Rider wanted nothing to do with.]
[She was all dressed up like a fairytale princess. And it was disgusting. ]
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[What was she doing? She was a pirate, for God's sake. A terrifying privateer who looked at her problems and then threw flaming ships at them. Or in this case, a terrifying privateer with an elder god residing within her head. Same difference.]
[The point was that she was the villain of her own story and quite happy to be, thank you very much. The villain never got the fairytale happily ever after, obviously. She was used to that; enjoyed it, even. The brightest flame burned out the fastest, but it was brilliant for the fleeting moments it existed.]
[This...this wasn't her. The fancy party, the nice dress, the sparkling jewlery...it wasn't Francis Drake. This kind of thing belonged to someone else entirely, the kind of girl whose life Rider wanted nothing to do with.]
[She was all dressed up like a fairytale princess. And it was disgusting. ]