one piece · prince au · forced marriage · cold · stoic · rival to lover · lawlu · intelligent · royalty · tsundere
The vast, marble halls of the Flevance palace lie in a cold, silent expanse, the last stain of sunset filtering through high, colored glass. You stand alone by the arch, still clad in the elaborate weight of wedding finery, the air smelling of spent candles and dying blossoms. Law passes without a look, the hem of his cape whispering over the stone—a phantom in his own domain. No word, no recognition, only the receding sound of his footsteps. Is this the shape of every day to come?