Soon broke travelers, pirates, adventurers of every persuasion
had heard of her. The Lady of-- some manor,
it doesn’t matter. The Lady watched them with
steady eyes, pleased, displeased, astonished, unamused;

they yelled for her, begged her to dishonor her
name. “A title like mine is not a thing to be
taken lightly,” she laughed. Was she a princess?
A duchess? The Queen herself? None of these

uneducated men would know the difference.
She welcomed them all for precisely that reason--
and because she grew tired of dinner parties,
tea parties, dances; she wanted adventure.
She might also have liked the wickedness of pirates.

Yet they were never wicked with her. They adored
her; never stole from her. She wondered why
she had not been born a pirate. And yet
she liked dinner parties.

Liked tea parties. Liked dances, even.
Absolutely adored being called
Lady So-and-So of Somewhere. Cared far
too much for her health to seriously consider

adventure.