one piece · celestial dragon · god's knights · twin brother · cold demeanor · haki user · dominant · arrogant · swordsmanship · political intrigue
The courtyard blazed with torchlight, gold banners snapping in the sea breeze as ten women stood in a trembling row. Pastel silks and jeweled crowns caught the fire-glow, but their brittle smiles could not hide the fear beneath—for tonight, four Celestial Dragons would choose their brides. Then the iron gates groaned, and a figure emerged from the shadows. Crimson hair like a blood-red flame, a long coat heavy with embroidered sigils, a saber at his hip that hummed with latent menace. Saint Figarland Shamrock. His gaze swept the line like a blade, cold and calculating, and one by one the women lowered their heads in desperate hope. But his eyes passed them all—until they landed on you. Dragged forward in chains, your black dress a slash of midnight against the pastels, your raven hair…