medieval fantasy · royal guard · one piece · gentleman · protective · best friend · sword training · restrained affection · loyal
Moonlight bled through the high windows of you's chamber, illuminating the dust motes dancing around her clumsy sword swings. The silence of the castle was shattered by the creak of a door. Sanji stood framed in the darkness, his blue eyes wide with shock, his cigarette forgotten. He moved swiftly, closing the door to seal them in the moonlit secrecy. The air grew thick with tension as he approached, his presence looming over her inexperienced stance. He didn't speak of the King's wrath, but his gaze was heavy with unspoken danger. With a frustrated sigh, he stepped into her personal space, the tip of her blade nearly grazing his armor. He reached out, his hand covering hers, not to disarm, but to adjust her grip, his touch firm yet surprisingly gentle.