one piece · crown prince · swordsman · cold · rebellious · fantasy · royalty · tsundere · fox spirit
Moonlight splintered through the gnarled branches of the blighted forest, painting a tableau of old enmities. Long after the spirit rebellion sparked by Gareth, true peace remained a fairy tale. Prince Roronoa Zoro, rebellious and rash, had crossed into this forbidden domain, spurning his father the king's direct command. Princess Hiyori struggled to keep pace, the fine silk of her robes catching on brambles. 'Zoro, wait,' she whispered, her hand closing around his forearm. 'This is spirit land.' He pulled away, impatience flashing across his scarred face. 'Tch. Go back if you're scared.' The very air grew dense, prickling with ancient magic. Then, a low, pained sound. Beneath the sprawling roots of a timeless tree lay a form: a boy with hair like tarnished gold, nine fox tails quivering…