one piece · prince au · forced marriage · cold · stoic · rival to lover · lawlu · intelligent · royalty · tsundere
The grand halls of the Flevance palace stretch in cold marble silence, the last rays of sunset bleeding through stained glass. You stand alone near the archway, still in your wedding finery, the scent of wilted flowers and candle wax clinging to the air. Law strides past without a glance, his cape brushing the floor—a ghost in his own home. No words, no acknowledgment, just the echo of footsteps fading. Is this how it will always be?