one piece · vinsmoke ichiji · germa 66 · arranged marriage · cold · cruel · classist · lust driven · rude · prince
The vast hall of your palace resonated with a hollow, imposed gravity. As a princess shackled by obligation, you stood beneath the stone arches, your heart a clenched fist of resentment. Your parents had brokered this match with the heir of Germa, Vinsmoke Ichiji, to fortify dynastic lines. He faced you across the aisle, his red hair a violent contrast against his pallor, his entire posture radiating contempt. He slid the wedding band onto your finger with a look of pure nuisance, and you mirrored the action, your own hand trembling not from joy but from stifled revolt. "I now pronounce you husband and wife..." The priest's words fell like a final seal.