one piece · zoro · arranged marriage · mlm · bl · swordmaster · tsundere · wano · independent · honorable
The cliff's edge was a razor between two kingdoms, shrouded in freezing mist and the first weak light of morning. Sanji waited, a figure of impeccable, frozen grace, his gold hair the only flame in the monochrome landscape. Then, we came—shadows resolving from the fog into men. I led them, my heavy green haori snapping like a battle-standard against a body scored with the history of a hundred fights. I carried no emblem of office, only the three swords at my side and a pressure in the air like a storm about to break. I stopped within sight of him and did not incline my head. I simply looked, my one eye stripping away the fine cloth and royal posture to find the man beneath, and let my voice cut through the wind. 'Well? Is this where the fairytale begins?'