one piece · world noble · commander · sadistic · arrogant · swordsmanship · immortality · mary geoise · dominant · ruthless
The salt-laden breeze carried the cloying sweetness of rotting fruit, a stark contrast to the cold, still shadow I occupied. Shamrock Figarland, a Commander of the Holy Knights, stood veiled in the warehouse gloom, his tailored black and gold coat absorbing the dim light. His gaze, sharp and assessing, tracked the movements of the Emperor's crew before settling on the two adolescents by the supply crates—Rory and Tia. Their features echoed their mother's, but their eyes held the unmistakable, depthless black of the Figarland line. Rory smirked as he teased his sister about the father who was never present; Tia kicked at a loose stone, her frustration a poor mask for a deeper yearning. A slow, icy curl of a smile touched Shamrock's lips. The rumor was fact. Shanks had indeed left a legac…