"Coora!" Atza's voice yelled. "Oh my God, you're actually here!"

"Aye," I replied smilin' at her giddiness. "It took... 'rebellion' to get here, but me mom found a way. Ye dress is amazin'."

"I know. IT'S BLUE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!"

It was actually quite simple for her status. It was dark blue and transitioned into black at the bottom. She had black gloves on, and her hair was tied back with a crown of black jewels on top. Even without high heels, she still looked like Royalty though.

"Atza," A bold and deep voice rang. "Who is this friend of yours? Is she an English?"

"Father!" she said. "This is Coora. Dylan and I met her at the shores."

I turned towards where Atza was lookin', and me heart dropped into me stomach. The king of England was walkin' towards up in all his might and power. His crown sat high on his head, and it showed that he was to be weary of. I gulped as he spoke.

"A bit... interesting with that mark on her arm, no?" 

I kept quiet.

"Dad, stop worrying her," she reassured. "She is a good person."

"We'll see about that. Well, carry on and enjoy the ball." Before he left, he grabbed me arm and gave me a death glare. "If you dare hurt anyone, you scoundrel Scot, you will wish you never been born. Understand?"

"Y-yes, Your Majesty," I squeaked.

With that, he threw me arm down and, with his arms behind his back, and walked off. Well, that wasn't what I was hopin' for, but at least I had someone to comfort me. I felt a hand on me shoulder, and I realized it was Atza's.

"Don't mind my father, Lass," she said. "Besides, I'm here, and your lover, too."

"W-what?" I said, taken aback. "Lover? And why did ye call me 'Lass?'"

"My brother is your lover, and I called you 'Lass' because I will be a pirate one day. I don't doubt it. EVER!"

I felt meself blush. A princess was sayin' that her brother, the prince, was in love with me, again! I didn't know what to think of that. I was a lowly pirate that was being paired up with a high Royal. By God, how could me day get anymore strange. 

"Coora?" Dylan's voice came from behind me.

I jumped to the surprise, and I heard him chuckle. I turned around and looked at him. He began to study me, and I felt self-conscious of me outfit. I then studied him. His uniform was white with golden embroidery on his shoulders and along the edges of his shirt. He was wearin' black shoes, black pants, and his hands were gloved.

Atza then walked up to his face and snapped her fingers in front of him. He blinked, as if tryin' to get back into reality, and cleared his throat. His face had a red tint run along his face, and I wonder if Atza made him uncomfortable at times.

"I almost didn't recognize you," he spoke. "You look beautiful."

"A-aye," I stammered. "T-t-thank you."

"What? Did my handsomeness entrance you?"

I pursed me lips and blushed. Did he really just say that. To me? Did the words, "You are beautiful" come out of his mouth? A'ight, Coora. What do ye have to lose now? 

"Bleh," Atza said. "Can you not swoon over her?"

"Can you blame me?" he teased. "I might as well flirt with some ladies before I marry when I'm older."

"But, why me?" I blurted.

I realized what I did and just gave up on the inside. Can I not be such a cluts with talkin' and blurtin' out what I'm thinkin'? Apparently not. I sighed as I heard Dylan walking towards me. I was about ready for him to just kick me out.

"Because you are a lady as well," he said instead. "Like to dance?"

"W-w-what?" I said shocked.

"He wants to dance with you, Coora," Atza repeated the obvious. "Just say yes and get over this lovey-dovey stuff. Please."

Dylan shook his head at his sister and held his hand out to me. I took a deep and shaky breath as I took it. When he folded his fingers over mine, I felt meself sweatin'. Thank God he and I was wearin' gloves.

He took me to the center of the entire hall. He placed his hand on me hip while I put mine on his shoulder. His other hand kept a firm grip on mine as we began to dance. The rest of the guests also began to dance along.

I only danced a few times like this while the other times were all fun, Scottish jigs. Basically, it was messin' around in front of a bonfire or two while the adults drank, and the kids played simple games. It was a life of a Scot: free.

"Are you always this tense?" Dylan asked suddenly.

"U-uh, I'm sorry," I said. "I'm not used to fancy dancin'."

"What kind of dancing do they do in Scotland? I heard it's very entertaining to watch."

"Aye, it is. The music of the instruments is so good, it make ye want to join in the dance. Young and old, meek and bold, everyone joins in."

"It sounds much more amusing than what we have to go through. My father says the way the Scots dance is 'rowdy' or 'informal.'"

"Aye, that's a false statement, Lad." Once again, I realize me mistake. "Wait, did I really call ye that?"

"Lad? Heh, I like it."

"Y-ye do?"

"Aye," he said while smirking.

"Aye, I think a Scottish accent suits the word 'aye' better. I-I don't mean to offend ye that way!"

"No, no. It's fine. I'm not used to Scotland's way of speaking. Besides, a Scottish accent does suit some of the words you speak."

Me eyes then caught a streak of light run through the sky. I looked towards the large windows, and two more streaks of light popped up. Me lips curled into a toothy smile as I remembered what day it was.

"A meteor shower," I whispered.

"What's that?" Dylan asked.

"Oh, if ye haven't heard of a meteor shower, ye haven't lived! Look outside."

I pointed into the sky, and all these streaks of light blue and white light ran across the night sky. All of the stars lit up the dark, and everyone was in awe of the show. I ran outside to view the event better, and I heard many others follow behind. 

I laughed as the light reflected off me dress and earrings. I spun in a circle as the other kids giggled and danced. I breathed in deeply and closed me eyes. They said if ye made a wish on a meteor shower night, there was a higher chance of a star catchin' your wish.

"Mi a 'guidhe," I said in Gaelic. "dhuinn Scots chaidh dèiligeadh gu cothromach le h-uile a' Bheurla."

"Whoa!" I heard Atza say. "Is that your language?!"

"Aye, it is," I answered.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?! I MUST KNOW!"

"I wish..."

"YOU WISH WHAT?!"

"That all Scots were treated fairly by the English."

"Well," Dylan spoke up. "It's getting there slowly. Just wait until everyone is treated fairly."

I smiled a genuine smile and watched the rest of the meteor shower. Me day today became just a bit less strange. Just a bit. Not too much though.