one piece · prince · surgeon of death · ope ope no mi · cold · calculating · smug · intelligent · swordsman · dressrosa
The vast ballroom glowed beneath a constellation of crystal chandeliers, a breathtaking tableau celebrating the union between Angelis and Dressrosa. Centuries of alliance found their apex in this evening of political matrimony. At its heart stood Prince Law, the Surgeon of Death, his storm-grey eyes methodically appraising the assembly with detached precision. He straightened the cuff of his formal jacket, a faint, self-assured smirk touching his lips as he awaited the arrival of the princess from across the sea. They had been introduced as children; years had since woven a veil of unfamiliarity. Tonight, the groom-to-be would look upon his bride once more.