You woke up the next morning feeling well rested, thankfully. You tried to sit up when you realized that there was an arm draped across your waist. You blinked and followed the arm back to its person. You nearly screamed when you saw that it was Arthur, shirtless, sleeping next to you. You clamped a hand over your mouth from letting out your yelp and you examined the sleeping man next to you.
He looked very peaceful. Almost childlike. You also had to admit he had a pretty nice body, lean and muscular, but not too muscular, just enough to be attractive for his build. You couldn’t help but smile. Then, you mentally smacked yourself. You can't be thinking this. He kidnapped you, said he was going to take you to your real betrothed and then he practically locks you in this room and forces you to eat. You slipped out of his arm, slowly, careful not to wake him.
You couldn’t help thinking those thoughts; even if he did do all those things to you. The fact of the matter was, looking at him asleep like that reminded you of someone from your days in the orphanage who used to sleep with you like that, as if he were trying to protect you or to keep you warm since there weren’t many blankets and you and he would always give them to the younger kids. He reminded you of that boy, but you didn’t remember what that boy looked like.
You wanted to remember so badly. You felt that if you remembered you would know who you were supposed to be married to. You guessed that the fact that you remembered a little bit looking at how Arthur slept meant at least something. You sighed and walked into the bathroom. After the whole morning schpeal, you walked out to see Arthur sitting up on the bed, awake, rubbing his eyes. He looked at you and smiled sleepily.
"Good morning, love." He said, yawning.
"Why were you in bed with me when I woke up?" You asked and started running your hands through your hair to try to untangle it.
"I simply did not want to sleep on the floor." He replied. "What were you dreaming about last night?"
"I was dreaming about… the day…" You tried thinking about it. "I don’t remember. Why do you care?"
"You were talking in your sleep." Arthur said and stood up, walking to his drawers. He pulled out some clothes and put that on, tucking his pants into his boots and then putting on his red and black coat over it all.
"Was not!" You said. You grabbed your boots and put them on and grabbed the leather belt from yesterday and put that on also.
"Were too." He said, his back was to you.
"I was not, Arty! Stop saying I did things when I didn’t!" You said and cross your arms, pouting.
Arthur froze and then turned around to look at you, his face a mask of shock. "What did you just call me?"
You look at him in confusion. "I called you Arthur." You said.
He face fell and then it went blank. "Oh." He turned back around.
"I think I should cut my hair off." You muttered to yourself. But it seems Arthur heard you.
"Why would you want to do that?" he asked.
"Because it would be easier to manage, one, two, it won't get in my way, and you won't need to trouble yourself to get me a brush." You said. "Maybe I'll ask Alfred to help me."
Arthur didn’t say anything; he only walked to the door. You followed him. He didn’t stop you and lock you in the room this time, he just kept walking. The two of you walked to the kitchen to get breakfast. You said hello to Roderich and thanked him for the food. As you were eating, Alfred walked up to the two of you.
"Hello, there, (name)! Arthur!" he said.
"Must you be so loud in the morning?" Arthur said.
"YUP!" He said and grinned. "I just came by to give this to (name)" he held up a sword in a sheath.
He walked up behind you and fixed it onto the leather belt that you had over your shoulder and across your chest. You looked behind at him and watched.
"So that was what that thing was for." You said.
"Yeah! And you're going to need this for your lesson after breakfast. So eat up!" he said and he turned to get his own breakfast.
"Wait! Alfred! Hold on a second." You called after him.
He turned back. "What is it?" he asked.
"Think, before the lesson, you could help me cut my hair short?" you asked him.
He shrugged. "Sure! It'll be easier to teach you if you can see what I'm going."
You smiled at him. "Thanks!"
With that, he went to get his own breakfast and, once you finished yours, you left Arthur at the table and tried to navigate your way to the deck. You only got lost once, which was good, and you made it to the deck in one piece. While you waited for Alfred, you walked over to the railing of the deck and looked over at the horizon. It was pretty, such a beautiful view. You had to admit this was one perk to being on a ship, even if it was hard to walk sometimes. You hoped that learning how to fight at sea would make it easier to keep your footing.
Moments after, Peter walked up to you. "HI!" he said loudly.
You jumped and looked at the boy. "Jeez, Peter, you scared the crap outta me!"
"Sorry, sorry." He said. "When are you going to start training?"
"When Alfred gets up here and after he cuts my hair for me." You said.
As if on cue, Alfred walked up and tapped you on the shoulder. "Well, the hair cutting part can now commence." He said.
You turned and saw him with a pair of scissors in his hands, a somewhat evil grin on his face. He motioned for you to sit on a crate that was on the deck and you did so. Then he got to work cutting your (h/c) hair short like a boys, but also somewhat long and styled so you still looked like a girl. Peter even said you looked pretty, if not better like that, that short hair suited you better than your other (h/l) hair. You smiled at him and thanked him for the compliment.
When Alfred was finished cutting your hair, he swept up all the pieces and pushed it overboard. "Well that takes care of that." He said and slapped his hands together. "Ready to learn how to sword fight now?"
You nodded. "As ready as I'll ever be."
"Great." He said and drew his sword with a deadly grin. "Draw your sword, (name)."
You did as you were told and mimicked his fighting stance. Then the ship shifted once again and you almost fell over. "Damn it." You muttered.
"Your stance needs to be sturdier." Alfred said. "Bend your knees a little bit more. Peter, help her."
Peter did and soon you had a stance that actually withstood the constant movement of the ship.
"Good." Alfred said. "Now I'm coming at you. I want you to block all of my attacks. Don’t attack me. Got it? I promise I won't hurt you."
You nodded and Alfred charged you. He swung at your side and you moved the sword to block. He grinned and then backed away and went for the over hand swing. You blocked with just the sword and Peter said that another way to block those attacks would be to use your arm behind the sword for more support. Alfred went for another overhead swing and you used the block that Peter had told you to try and it actually worked better.
After you blocked most of Alfred's attacks, he taught you how to parry. You tried it a few times and almost half of the time you were able to knock the sword out of Alfred's hand. You smiled at your accomplishment. After you learned that, he gave Peter the sword and had him fight against you. You used all the new things that you learned, but you ended up on the ground, Peter standing over you and his sword pointed at your neck. He looked deadly.
But that look didn’t last. After he had you on the ground, he stepped back, tossed the sword to the side and helped you up.
"Don’t worry! You'll get the hang of it eventually!" He said and laughed.
Alfred clapped. "You need more practice. If you can't even beat Peter, it'll take a long time before you can match me." He said and grinned. "And that’s what I'm gunning for."
You laughed. "So let me guess, same time, every day, until I can beat Peter, the two of us are going to keep fighting until I win most of the battles?"
"Well, I was going to say every other day, but what you said works great too," he said. "Thanks for the idea, (name)."
You laughed. "Whatever."
"Anyway, things that you did wrong." Alfred said.
He went on and on, ticking things off his fingers. He told you that you broke concentration, you fell for a parry. You also didn’t block the overhand swing the way Peter told you, and you also tried blocking the sword with your hand before you realized and used the sword. You sighed and Alfred told you to fight Peter again.
The two of you ended up fighting over and over again until the two of you were absolutely drained and it was time for dinner. You won about four of the matches where Peter won nine.
You hadn’t seen Arthur all day, and a small part of you hoped that you'd see him at dinner. But no such luck. He hasn’t spoken to you since you mentioned cutting your hair. You wondered if he was avoiding you because you actually went through with it.
You sighed and pushed the thought from your mind and ate the stew that Roderich had put in a bowl for you. You ate it happily and when you were done, you put it with all of the other empty bowls. After dinner you walked back out on deck and saw that the sun was just setting. You smiled, you’ve always wanted to see what the sunset looked like at sea.
As you walked to the rail, you noticed Arthur standing up against it, looking at the horizon. You walked over and stood next to him. Either he didn’t notice you standing there or his was ignoring you because he didn’t say anything. So the two of you just stood there, looking out at the horizon and the beautiful sunset. Eventually Arthur spoke.
"You know, I'm going to be a pirate when I get older." He said, not looking at you.
You blinked; you've heard someone say that before. You looked at Arthur. "But you already are a pirate."
He sighed and looked at you. "Why can't you just remember…" he muttered.
"Why are you trying so hard to make me remember something that my subconscious doesn’t want me to remember?" You countered.
"Because you need to remember who you are, who that boy was when you were little." He said, looking you straight in the eyes.
"How do you even know that I'm the girl that supposedly forgot whatever it is your trying to make me remember?" you asked.
"Because I know that your name, before you were adopted, was (name) (last name) and that the boy that I'm trying to get you to remember said that you were going to be his wife one day after he became a pirate." Arthur's voice steadily started rising.
"I don’t see how my remembering or not has anything to do with you, so why are you trying so damn hard to get me to remember?" You shot back.
Arthur didn’t reply with words. Instead he caught your face in his hands and pressed his lips against yours. When he broke apart he looked at you stonily.
"Figure it out." He said before turning on his heel and walking away, leaving you on deck, a look of shock plastered on your face.