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Lost and Found: A Pirates Promise

Chapter 49 Part 2: A Touch Too Far

A/N: We are back at it again, with a new chapter! As an added bonus I will be uploading a teaser for the next chapter, and when I tell you shit will hit the fan… Will y/n fall into temptation, and her defiance be broken, has she finally met her match, will Sanji give into temptation, and sucumb to weakness. Thank you guys for liking and following, along with reblogging my posts! In this chapter we have Sanji POV… Y/N POV… a flashback memory, sparring match between Judge and y/n, Nami POV… Reiju moments and more! This chapter I went back and forth originally. This is also one of my longest word counts, and there is some teasing and light smut. And with out further ado, let the adventure begin!

Word Count: 24.6K

Judge's footsteps echoed through the grand hall, his back stiff and rigid with irritation, as if my defiance had rubbed him the wrong way—though I couldn’t deny the slight hint of curiosity in his eyes. His authority was clearly shaken, even if he refused to show it. Big Mom’s laughter still reverberated in my mind, but her amused gaze shifted to Judge, as if silently enjoying the unfolding drama. She didn’t make a move to stop me; rather, she seemed content to watch the spectacle.

As we moved through the palace, the air felt charged with a certain electricity, the space around us thick with anticipation. My steps were light but purposeful, my heels clicking sharply on the stone floor as I followed behind him. I wasn’t afraid—far from it. If anything, I was eager, ready to finally release the pent-up frustration that had been building within me.

Judge led me outside, into a large training yard surrounded by high stone walls. It was deserted, save for the occasional breeze rustling through the trees, the stillness only adding to the tension in the air. The yard was perfect for what I had in mind—a place where I could finally test my limits, both physically and mentally. The stone ground beneath our feet was firm, offering a steady foundation for a fight, and the walls, imposing and high, held the noise in, amplifying every movement, every sound.

Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji stood off to the side, watching the unfolding scene. Their eyes were intense, but I could see the intrigue in their gazes, each one reacting to the tension that was rapidly building. Reiju, however, was nowhere to be seen—likely busy elsewhere or keeping her distance from the confrontation. But I didn’t mind. This was about me and Judge, and I had no intention of letting anyone else dictate how this would go.

Big Mom, standing off to the side, was grinning widely, her sharp eyes gleaming with amusement. She didn’t speak, but I could tell from her posture that she was more than enjoying the spectacle. It was rare for her to watch a fight so closely, but something told me she saw potential in this sparring match—or perhaps she was simply curious to see how it would unfold.

I grabbed the sword I had chosen for this fight—nothing like the hidden blades or my own sword King had given me, but it would have to do. The weight was slightly off, the hilt not quite as comfortable as my usual weapons, but it would serve its purpose. With a quick flick of my wrist, I inspected the blade, watching the sunlight glint off of it. My heart raced with anticipation, the thrill of the fight already coursing through me.

"Before we start," I said, my voice sharp and focused. "Let me do one final test on the blade."

I turned towards a couple of nearby trees and walked a few steps ahead. I raised the sword, testing its sharpness by slicing through the air in a clean arc, the blade effortlessly cutting into the bark of the tree in front of me. A soft shhk rang out as the bark was sliced through, the precision of my movement satisfying. The sword was ready.

Judge’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of approval passing through them despite the cold exterior. He knew this would be no easy fight, especially when I wasn’t holding back.

"Very well, Y/N," Judge said, his voice low, almost mocking. "Let’s see if your swordplay matches your attitude."

Without warning, he charged forward, his powerful form moving with controlled speed. I could feel the intensity of his presence, the force of his strikes before he even reached me. His first swing was fast and direct, a powerful slash aimed straight at my midsection.

I barely avoided it, ducking under the blow and sidestepping just in time. The momentum of his attack carried him forward, and I quickly darted in, spinning low to the ground and cutting through the air with my blade. I aimed for his shoulder, but Judge reacted faster than I anticipated, his body twisting with surprising agility for someone of his size.

He countered with a swift roundhouse kick, aiming for my head. I narrowly blocked it, the force behind his leg rattling through my core. I stepped back, raising my sword defensively. But Judge wasn’t giving me any time to recover. His strikes came one after another, relentless and fierce—he was testing my limits, trying to break through my defenses.

I managed to dodge another strike, but the force of his swing created a shockwave, pushing me back a few steps. It was then I decided to show him just what I was made of. I performed a quick back handspring, flipping backwards and landing smoothly into a low slide, my feet skimming across the stone. The momentum of the move carried me into a perfect position to strike again.

Judge lunged toward me with another vicious strike, his strike aimed straight at my arm. But I anticipated it. With fluid motion, I pivoted on my back foot, my blade flashing as I swiped it across his clothes. The cut was clean, and I could see the fabric of his shirt tear from the force of my strike. It wasn’t deep, but the message was clear—I wasn’t holding back anymore.

Judge growled, his eyes now burning with frustration. The soft rip of his clothes only fueled his anger, but he didn’t pause for a second. He swung again, even faster this time, trying to land a decisive blow. Strike after strike came, and each time I dodged or blocked, using my agility to stay just out of his range.

I executed a back handspring again, this time landing in a crouch before I pushed off the ground and slid across the yard with a burst of speed. The sharp click of my heels echoed in the air as I closed the distance between us.

"Not bad," Judge sneered, sweat now dotting his forehead. "But you’re not fast enough."

"I’m fast enough to keep you on your toes," I shot back, my grin widening as I felt the fight heating up.

Judge’s frustration only seemed to drive him harder, each movement sharper, more brutal. He came at me once more, but I was already anticipating his next move. I could feel the rhythm of the fight now, every movement flowing into the next, my body moving with instinct and precision.

The yard was alive with the sound of clashing blows, my blade flashing as I parried, blocked, and attacked, Judge’s powerful strikes coming at me like a storm. But I wasn’t just defending—I was finding my openings, striking with calculated precision, just enough to keep him on edge, to make him doubt his own control.

Big Mom’s laughter echoed in the background as the fight grew more intense, but she remained silent, clearly enjoying every moment. "Looks like you're giving him a challenge, Y/N," she chuckled.

The force of Judge's strike landed with a thundering crash, his fist slamming into the ground so hard that it created a visible dent in the stone. The shockwave from the impact rippled through the air, and I felt the ground tremble beneath my feet. But instead of stumbling back, I clenched my left fist, the surge of adrenaline making my body react before my mind had even processed the next move.

I wasn’t about to let him have the upper hand.

In one fluid motion, I spun into the air, my body twisting with practiced grace as I propelled myself off the ground. The wind rushed past me, and I could hear the faint whistle of air as my body flipped, my feet tracing an arc toward Judge’s exposed back. I landed silently behind him, crouched low to the ground, my feet firmly planted.

Without hesitation, I swept my sword forward in a precise arc, aiming for his side. The sharp sound of metal cutting through the air rang out as the blade made contact with Judge’s clothing. The strike was clean and swift—his shirt ripped, and a small gash appeared along his side.

Judge’s eyes widened for a brief second, the realization of my speed dawning on him. His body tensed, his muscles shifting as he immediately spun around, aiming to retaliate. But I was already a step ahead. I could see the anger building in his eyes, his hands clenching into fists. His movements were faster now, more unpredictable.

He launched forward again, his strikes faster and more powerful, each one aimed at my head, my chest, my legs, trying to break my rhythm. But I danced around each blow, my movements fluid and instinctive, reacting faster than I thought I could.

"I can do this all day, Judge," I taunted, narrowly dodging another strike, spinning out of the way with a backflip that sent me skimming across the stone. I landed smoothly, turning to face him once more, my sword raised and ready.

Judge’s frustration was now palpable. His attacks were becoming more desperate, more forceful. I could see the veins in his neck pulsing, his jaw clenched as he let out a roar of frustration. His next strike was wild, an overhead swing that came down like a hammer.

I didn’t flinch. I sidestepped just in time, spinning on my heel, my sword coming up to strike. The blade cut through the air, landing another shallow but deliberate cut along Judge's arm.

“You’re getting sloppy,” I smirked, stepping back to avoid another retaliatory strike. Judge’s anger was fueling him now, but his focus was starting to fray.

Big Mom’s laughter rang out from the sidelines, her gleaming eyes following every move. She clearly enjoyed watching this, her monstrous grin never fading. “Ha! Judge, you might want to take a page from Y/N’s book—speed’s your weakness!” she chuckled, her voice carrying across the yard.

Judge, barely holding onto his composure, let out a sharp breath, his glare burning into me. "You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N,” he growled, but his voice was starting to lose its edge, the tension in it shifting.

I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. Every movement felt sharper now, more focused. I was pushing myself beyond what I thought I could do. This wasn’t just a sparring match anymore—it was a test of wills, and I wasn’t going to let Judge’s pride crush mine.

I darted in again, striking with my sword at a quick pace, landing another series of hits that made him flinch. With every blow, I could feel the balance of the fight tipping in my favor. Judge’s movements were slowing, his breathing more labored. He was tiring, and I could tell it was only a matter of time before I would land the final blow.

As the fight raged on, the intensity in the air only grew. The sharp sound of metal clashing against metal echoed in the yard, a testament to the raw power of our movements. Judge’s attacks were relentless, and as I continued to dodge and strike, I could feel the strain in my muscles, my body pushing itself to its limits. Every move was calculated, every attack I made aimed at testing the boundaries of both our skills.

But it wasn’t just the clash of our bodies and weapons that filled the space; the voices of Judge’s sons rang out from the sidelines, cutting through the tension.

“Go, Dad! Show her what you’re made of!” Niji yelled, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and confidence. His gaze was sharp, watching every movement, ready to cheer on his father at every opportunity.

“Yeah, pop! Don’t let her get the best of you!” Yonji added, his voice high with enthusiasm. It was clear that despite their earlier teasing and rivalry, they had their father’s back in this moment. Their cheers echoed through the yard, urging Judge to push even harder.

I gritted my teeth, knowing I couldn’t let these distractions break my focus. With a swift step back, I spun to avoid another strike from Judge, but his speed had picked up once more, and I felt the sharp sting of his blade catch me across my left thigh. The cut was shallow, but it was enough to make me pause for just a split second, the pain of it burning through my leg.

“Damn…” I muttered, gritting my teeth and clenching my fist in frustration. My sword tightened in my grip as I steadied myself, but just as I was about to move again, something caught my eye.

From the corner of the yard, I noticed a familiar figure—Reiju, her signature cool demeanor as composed as ever. But it wasn’t just her I saw behind her; there, stepping into the training yard, was Sanji.

“Sanji?” I muttered under my breath, the surprise making my heart skip a beat. There he was, standing beside Reiju, his eyes locked on mine. A mix of emotions flickered across his face—concern, confusion, and maybe… relief? It was hard to tell from this distance, but his presence in the midst of this tension felt like a stark contrast.

I barely had time to process the sight of him before Judge’s next strike came crashing down, a brutal swipe aimed directly at my arm. I quickly ducked and spun away, narrowly avoiding the blow. But as I did, I couldn’t shake the thought of Sanji, standing there with Reiju.

“What the hell are you doing here, Sanji?” I muttered to myself, focusing on the fight once more. My mind raced—his sudden appearance was no coincidence. Had he been watching the fight the entire time? Or was he here for something else?

Judge, seeing my distraction, seized the opportunity. He launched a flurry of attacks, his eyes gleaming with determination, trying to catch me off guard.

“You should be paying attention to the fight, Y/N,” Judge spat, his voice dripping with venom. "You’re losing focus."

I barely dodged the next strike, hearing the whoosh of air as his strike grazed my cheek, the force of it just missing.

“I’m not losing focus, Judge,” I shot back, my voice steady despite the burn in my muscles. “I’ve just got more on my mind than you think.”

But before I could retaliate, Sanji’s voice, clear and full of concern, broke through the tension, reaching me from the sidelines.

“Y/N, be careful!” he called, his tone not like the usual teasing but something more genuine. "Don't push yourself too hard!" His eyes were filled with worry, and for a moment, I found myself distracted once again.

Judge, sensing the opening, took another strike at me, this time landing a deeper cut along my side. I gasped, stumbling back just a step, the wound throbbing.

“Damn it!” I cursed, holding my side, the pain intensifying as the blood began to seep through my clothes. But even as I staggered back, I knew I couldn’t let this stop me. Not now.

“Get out of my head, Sanji…” I muttered to myself, taking a deep breath and stepping forward once again, determined not to let the distraction cost me.

The fight had reached its breaking point. Judge, seeing his chance to end it, tried to land a final, devastating blow with his sword, his expression one of pure focus and intensity. His attack came down with a deadly precision, the blade slicing through the air toward me.

But I was ready. In an instant, I flipped backward into a handstand, using my arms to push myself up just enough to avoid the sword’s deadly arc. As I twisted my body in the air, my legs shot out, and with a swift move, I grabbed the hilt of Judge’s sword with my feet. The momentum from the spin allowed me to whip the blade out of his grip and send it hurtling to the side.

Judge stumbled, his feet unable to catch up with the unexpected move, and he crashed to the ground with a heavy thud, creating a small dent in the stone yard beneath him.

In that moment, I seized my opportunity. With fluid grace, I dropped down on top of him, landing lightly on his chest, my sword now pointed directly at his throat. The silence that followed was almost deafening, the tension in the air thick enough to cut through.

I smirked down at him, my breath steady despite the adrenaline rushing through me. “I win,” I said with a calm confidence, not giving him the chance to retaliate. The finality of the words hung in the air, a sharp contrast to the flurry of motions we’d just gone through.

Ichiji, who had been standing off to the side, watching the fight intently, couldn't contain himself any longer. He let out a loud cheer, his voice ringing with pride and something else—satisfaction, perhaps. “That's my girl!” he shouted, clapping his hands in admiration.

I turned my gaze to Judge, still on the ground beneath me, his eyes burning with frustration and something darker. “Next time, don’t call me a distraction,” I said coldly, my tone sharp as I dropped my sword to the side. I clenched my left fist, the force of it sending a small shiver through my arm, before I gracefully leaped off him, landing beside him with perfect balance.

I took a step away, ready to walk off with the fight over, but just as I was about to turn, I heard the distinct sound of Judge’s movement behind me. He was up again, grabbing his sword in a swift, angry motion, his intentions clear. He was going to try to attack me from behind.

I didn’t even need to look. With a quick, practiced movement, I spun on my right leg and executed a roundhouse kick, the impact sharp and clean. My foot connected with Judge’s chest with a force that sent him flying past me, his body skidding along the ground before crashing into a stone pillar.

The force of the kick left Judge sprawled on the ground, panting heavily. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with fury and disbelief, but he said nothing.

I watched as he struggled to stand, but I didn’t give him a chance to recover. Instead, I casually brushed my hands off and walked toward the sidelines, ignoring the heavy stares from his sons.

“Don’t come after me again,” I muttered, turning just enough to make my voice heard by him, though my back was turned. “You’re not my equal.” Judge growled in frustration, his fists clenching at his sides as he slowly stood, still nursing the wound to his pride. "How did you know..." His voice was thick with disbelief and irritation.

I paused, turning just enough to meet his gaze, my expression cool and calculated. "I trained for two years, day and night, pushing myself past normal limits," I said, my tone sharp. I felt a subtle hum in the air, a faint glow emanating from my hidden blade—a reminder of the power I carried, hidden but always present. "Sneak attacks? They're my forte. The man who trained me taught me everything I know in the game of battle. And I don’t just fight with strength—I fight with strategy."

Judge's eyes flickered with a mix of resentment and understanding. He knew all too well the value of training, the cost of pushing oneself beyond what was expected. But what he didn’t know was the level I had reached, nor the tools I had learned to use in the heat of battle.

As I turned to walk away, ready to leave the yard and the confrontation behind, I noticed something unsettling: Sanji was gone. My heart skipped a beat, confusion and concern mingling as I scanned the area.

Reiju, ever the enigmatic presence, stood off to the side, a playful gleam in her eyes as she watched me. Her gaze was teasing, but there was something more beneath it—perhaps a hint of amusement or perhaps something deeper, a quiet understanding.

Before I could respond, a guard rushed in, interrupting the moment. “Big Mom! One of the guards has been knocked out, and the prisoners have arrived!” His voice was breathless, and panic flickered in his eyes.

“How was he knocked out?!” Big Mom demanded, her tone sharp and dangerous.

“I—I don’t know, but there’s cream everywhere!” the guard stammered, clearly overwhelmed by the situation.

"Hmm, so they finally found him," I thought to myself, my gaze flicking over to Big Mom in the courtyard as she observed the commotion. I tilted my head, allowing my curiosity to build as I turned toward her.

"Oh my, is everything alright?" I asked sweetly, my voice dripping with feigned concern. It was a game I played well, using my charm to disarm and deceive those around me.

Big Mom gave me a measured glance, but her expression softened as she responded. "It is, my dear. Why don’t you all make yourselves at home, and I’ll deal with this matter personally." With a nod, she followed the guard toward the source of the disturbance.

Just as the guard turned to lead Big Mom out, his eyes briefly landed on me, suspicion flashing across his face. The tension in the air was palpable, but before he could act on his instincts, I quickly clenched my right hand. I pointed discreetly at him, sending a small burst of electricity crackling from my fingers. It hit him just hard enough to make him stumble, throwing him off balance.

“Are you alright?” Big Mom asked, raising an eyebrow at the guard, her tone still calm but sharp.

“Y-Yes, just slipped!” he muttered, shaking his head to rid himself of the disorientation. His unease was obvious, but he quickly masked it, moving to follow Big Mom without a second glance in my direction. I smirked to myself, feeling a small thrill run through me. The guard wouldn't remember what had really happened, and I had left my mark—if only subtly.

Niji, watching from the sidelines, couldn’t contain his amusement. He let out a low whistle as he made his way toward me, his eyes gleaming with admiration. "My, my dear sister-in-law, who knew you had it in you..." He smirked, clearly entertained. "I gotta say, watching that sparring match up close was a real treat."

I raised an eyebrow at him, my tone playful yet teasing. "Glad you enjoyed the show," I replied, letting the words hang between us. I clenched my fists and gave them a quick roll, feeling the satisfying release of tension in my muscles. "Man, I needed that... Thanks for the sparring match, Judge!" I called out with a smirk, I turned my gaze to see Yonji helping Judge to his feet. The older man's pride was clearly bruised, but his posture remained as stiff and regal as ever. They made their way toward us, though I could tell Judge’s thoughts were simmering with frustration.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m going to get patched up, maybe grab some breakfast from outside, take a shower, and rest once all that’s done,” I said, my voice softening as I felt the exhaustion finally start to settle in. The adrenaline was quickly wearing off, and the fight had taken its toll. My body was sore, my mind a little fuzzy from the intensity of everything. It wasn’t often I pushed myself like that, but the feeling of victory was worth the aches that were now setting in.

Before I could take another step, Ichiji grabbed my wrist, his grip firm, but his expression was a mix of amusement and something more possessive. He held me in place, his smirk never faltering. “Going somewhere, darling?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, the playful undertone carrying just enough command to make me hesitate.

I tilted my head back and forced a tired yawn, trying to play it off. “Just getting patched up,” I replied nonchalantly. “Then I’ll grab something to eat, shower, and probably take a rest. I’ve had enough excitement for one day.” I made sure my words were casual, but there was an underlying truth in them. Kicking ass sure can tire a girl out, I thought to myself.

Ichiji’s eyes glinted with something deeper, a hunger that didn’t have anything to do with food. “Let’s go to my room, then,” he suggested, his voice dropping a few octaves as he moved in closer. “I’ll help you patch that up. Then you can shower, and afterward, we can grab breakfast together. How does that sound?” His tone was suggestive, the kind of offer that made me pause, knowing exactly what he was implying.

Before I could protest, Yonji and Niji appeared out of nowhere, both of them smirking and clearly eager to make a comment on the situation.

“Oh? Playing nurse now, Ichiji?” Yonji teased, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

“Didn’t know you had it in you,” Niji added, his grin widening with every word.

Ichiji shot them both a venomous look, his jaw tightening as he glared at his younger brothers. “Shut up, both of you,” he snapped, but the edge in his voice only made their grins widen even more. There was something amusing about seeing Ichiji, usually so composed, visibly rattled by his brothers' playful jabs. But I wasn’t sure if he was more annoyed with them or with the fact that he hadn’t gotten his way yet.

As if on cue, Reiju stepped in smoothly, her calm voice cutting through the tension. “I’ll be helping her patch up her wounds, so don’t worry,” she said, her eyes flicking between me and Ichiji. Her calm, no-nonsense demeanor seemed to settle the atmosphere, and I felt a small sense of relief wash over me. She didn’t need to say more; the reassurance was in the way she spoke. I could tell Ichiji didn’t mind her stepping in, but it definitely ruined his plans for a one-on-one session.

I breathed a quiet sigh of relief, turning toward Reiju with a small smile. “Thanks, Reiju,” I said, grateful for her timely intervention. Ichiji loosened his grip on my wrist, though his gaze remained on me, intense and lingering. He looked like he was about to say something, but I beat him to it.

With a casual glance, I leaned forward and planted a kiss on Ichiji’s cheek. The gesture was brief but intentional, just enough to leave a lingering warmth that made his eyes go wide behind his shades. For a split second, he looked stunned, and I couldn’t help but find it amusing. A small, playful smile tugged at my lips as I watched the effect I had on him.

Judge, who had been standing off to the side, clearly observing everything, stood stock-still as he witnessed the scene. His eyes narrowed, and I could practically feel the annoyance rolling off him in waves. “Really?” he muttered under his breath, his voice tight with disdain. “This childish display is unnecessary.”

I raised an eyebrow, feeling the intensity of Judge’s glare behind me as his frustration simmered. I didn’t let his words faze me. Instead, I turned back toward him, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Don’t worry, Judge,” I said in a cool, mocking tone, my voice dripping with sweet sarcasm. “I’m just showing some affection to my soon-to-be husband. Is that ever so wrong?”

The words hung in the air, a teasing challenge, as I made sure to get under his skin as much as possible. I could feel the shift in the atmosphere as his face contorted with distaste, and the tension between us tightened.

Judge’s nostrils flared, his grip tightening on the sword at his side, but he didn’t move. He simply stood there, fuming. “You’re playing with fire, girl,” he growled, his voice low and seething with anger.

“Well, it’s a good thing,” I said with a wicked smirk, clenching my left hand, a flame flickering to life in my palm. “I enjoy the heat,” I added, casually uncurling my fingers and letting the flame die down. My eyes locked onto Ichiji’s. “And besides, Ichiji doesn’t seem to mind... do you?” I teased, my voice carrying a playful yet daring edge.

Ichiji blinked, a brief flicker of surprise in his eyes before a smirk tugged at his lips. “Not at all, darling,” he replied smoothly, his voice laced with amusement, though there was a possessive edge there as well. "You're... full of surprises."

Reiju, still standing beside me, gave a small nod of reassurance. I appreciated her steady presence, especially when dealing with the chaos that seemed to surround Ichiji and his brothers. Her calm demeanor helped keep me grounded, even in the midst of Judge’s frustration.

Without another word, I turned to leave, feeling the weight of Judge’s lingering stare at my back. I could almost feel the heat of his anger radiating toward me, but I was too satisfied with the moment to care. The small, victorious grin that pulled at my lips only grew wider as I stepped outside the training yard. One more victory under my belt.

But as I walked away, I could hear Judge’s voice rise behind me, sharp and full of frustration. “This isn’t over.”

I smirked without looking back, raising my hand and making an ‘OK’ gesture in the air with my fingers. “We’ll see about that,” I muttered under my breath, my tone light and dismissive, before turning back to Reiju and continuing on my way.

The sound of Judge’s frustrated growls faded as I walked with Reiju toward the medical ward of Big Mom’s château.

Nami's POV...

“At least Y/N finally has her blade back,” I muttered, looking around at our situation, "Now all we need to do is bust out of here!" Before I could catch my breath, more enemies began pouring in— the same ones who had defeated us earlier.

"What happened here? And where’s the blade you kept for Mama?" Mondour’s voice boomed as he surveyed the scene.

"I... I..." the Cream guy stammered, clearly shaken.

"Never mind that," Mondour snapped, his focus shifting back to us.

With defiance in my voice, I spoke up. "How long are you going to keep us like this? Let me take a shower at least! I'm covered in syrup—it's disgusting!"

Perospero smirked, licking his lips in that eerie way of his. "That sounds lickety sweet, candy girl. But you can complain to Mama."

He set a transponder snail down in front of us, and soon enough, Big Mom’s voice crackled through. "Well, hello there, Strawhat. It’s been a little while, but I commend you for making it this far."

I could see Luffy's expression shift, anger boiling over. "Is this Big Mom?! Let me out now! I have to save Y/N! And wait for Sanji! I will wreck this whole damn island if I have to!"

"Ma-ma-Ma-ma," Big Mom’s laughter rang in our ears, chilling us to the core. "My, my, such spirit. I was disappointed you didn’t bring your whole crew, Strawhat. You had some bold choice of words back on Fishman Island."

"Yeah, I’m still going to kick your ass someday, but right now, I’m only here to stop Y/N’s wedding and get Sanji back!" Luffy’s voice was sharp with determination.

Big Mom didn’t miss a beat. "I’ve heard enough of your bluff. You’re trapped in my book, and that’s where you’ll spend the rest of your meaningless life. Don’t you get it, Strawhat? The battle is over—you lost."

"I’ll fight you right here, right now!" Luffy’s voice roared through the snail, filled with rage. "Hey, are you scared? Come face me! I’m ready for a fight!"

Big Mom's laughter echoed again, a low, mocking sound. "Don’t press your luck. You’re just a rookie, Strawhat. Besides, my officers are more than capable of killing you. But let's make a deal. I’m willing to let you walk out of here with your life—but you have to forget both Sanji and that princess."

"Go to hell!" Luffy yelled, struggling against his restraints, every ounce of fury directed toward her.

Big Mom's tone grew even darker. "Sanji and Pudding’s wedding must run smoothly—they’re important to me. As for that princess, and the Vinsmokes, well... they’re important to me too. I will not have you ruin this. Once we’re having fun, I’ll see what happens then." Her voice dripped with malice.

Luffy's determination never wavered as he shouted back, "You won't have fun at all! I’m taking Sanji and Y/N back!"

"Better yet," Luffy added, his voice growing more intense, "I want to talk to Pudding! She’s my friend, and she helped my crew!"

Before Luffy could get another word in, Perospero struck him, sending him crashing back with a cruel laugh. "You don’t get to make demands here, Strawhat."

And then, Big Mom’s voice cut through the air like a knife, laced with accusation. "Speaking of which, young lady," her attention shifted toward me, "I heard you killed my daughter, Lola."

My heart dropped. "What are you talking about? Lola and I were friends! Lola told me if I was ever in trouble, you would help me!"

Big Mom’s laughter echoed through the transponder snail, but this time it was cold, heartless. "I would do no such damn thing! I want her dead!" Her voice thundered with hatred, causing my breath to catch in my throat.

"What…?" I gasped in shock, unable to believe the words coming out of her mouth.

"She’ll pay!" Big Mom continued, her voice filled with wrath. "Mark my words, I want her dead for disobeying me!"

Luffy, still struggling to his feet, shouted back, "You’re making stupid excuses, Big Mom! Lola didn’t get married, and that’s on her! You haven’t become King of the Pirates, and that’s on you! Nothing else to it! Now, get over here and fight me! I’m taking my crew back, and I’ll make you sorry!"

Luffy's resolve was unwavering, his words hitting harder than any attack. The tension in the air was thick, and I could feel the weight of Big Mom’s fury mounting.

Sanji POV…

I stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me, the walls rattling from the force. My blood was boiling, my mind racing. I couldn’t believe she’d been out there sparring with that bastard Judge, willingly stepping into his twisted game. The second I saw her getting distracted, struggling to dodge him as well as I knew she could, and that slight wound on her thigh… I knew I had to leave. If I stayed, I might’ve done something reckless. But it gnawed at me—she wouldn’t have gotten injured like that if I’d been there. My chest felt tight as the frustration surged, and I felt like punching a hole through the wall.

I took another drag, letting the smoke settle in my lungs, but it did nothing to steady the turmoil raging inside me. My mind was spinning with images of her fighting Judge, enduring wounds she never should have taken. The sound of her voice echoed in my mind, clear as day, and the thought of her struggling out there alone—it drove me mad. She’d always been strong, fierce enough to face anything head-on, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d let her down.

“Damn it!” I growled, kicking a chair across the room with a force that splintered the wood. The room was quiet, save for the crackling of the burning cigarette and my own rapid breaths. How did it come to this? How had I let things slip so far out of control? All my efforts to protect her, to keep her out of this Vinsmoke mess, had led her right into the eye of it. And now, she was paying for my failures.

The biting thought cut through, dark and unrelenting: Why do you care so much? You walked away, remember? I clenched my jaw, hating the truth of it. You left her, I repeated to myself. You left her to deal with all of this alone. My chest felt tight as I whispered, “I’ll always care about her… doesn’t matter what happens.”

It wasn’t just guilt—it ran deeper than that. She had always meant more to me than anyone else. More than I’d ever admitted. She was more than a friend, more than just another person I wanted to protect. She’d been the one person who saw past all the armor I put up, the only one who believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself. And now, I wasn’t there to protect her. Not like I should’ve been.

My mind drifted back to the day we first met. It felt like a lifetime ago, in a world that seemed simpler.

Flashback:

Luffy was practically bouncing on his feet with excitement, oblivious to anything but his mission to get Y/N on the crew. The way he offered an invitation was as if we’d all known each other for years. And Y/N—she was standing there, clearly amused by his enthusiasm but holding her own, not so easily swayed.

“Are you sure?” she asked, tilting her head with a grin as she gave us all a once-over. The look in her eyes was sharp, assessing, like she was measuring us up, one by one. But there was something else too, something softer, like she was considering that maybe, just maybe, we were worth her time.

“Of course!” Luffy replied, that unstoppable grin stretching across his face. “If I’m going to be King of the Pirates, I need the best crew out there! And you’re one of them! Besides, you saved me back there in Alabasta, remember?”

She laughed a little at that, crossing her arms. “I wasn’t going to let a marine like Smoker lay a hand on you or anyone else for that matter. Vice Admiral or not.” Her voice held a fierce determination, a quiet strength that I found myself admiring.

When her gaze swept across the deck and landed on me, my heart did a somersault. Her eyes were captivating—sharp, confident, but playful. In that split second, I felt my breath catch, my pulse speeding up in a way I couldn’t control.

“Sure, why not,” she said finally, stepping onto the ship with that teasing smirk that I was already beginning to love.

Zoro was there in a flash, extending a hand in welcome. “Guess I’m the first to greet you officially. Zoro,” he said with a cocky grin.

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, clearly amused. “I know you—Pirate Hunter Zoro,” she replied, a hint of mischief in her voice. “I must say, you look better in person than on your wanted poster.”

Zoro chuckled, taking the compliment with a bit more swagger than usual. She noticed the swords strapped to his side and gave an appreciative nod, her eyes sparkling. “Three swords—that’s a unique style. Impressive.”

Zoro seemed to bask in the attention, nodding. “I don’t mind showing you a few moves sometime,” he said, flashing her a rare smile.

She laughed again, and this time, I caught myself just watching, drawn in. That laugh was something else—light and genuine, like she was already starting to feel at home here.

“Well, then,” she turned to Zoro, still grinning, “you’ll be the first I call on when I need a sparring partner.”

“Don’t get too close to him; he’s not the best with directions,” Nami chimed in, making her way over to greet Y/N. "Hi, my name is Nami."

Y/N smiled warmly at Nami as she extended her hand. “Nice to meet you, Nami. I’ll make sure to keep Zoro on track,” she said with a wink. “If I get lost too, I’ll just follow the mapmaker.”

Nami laughed, patting Y/N’s shoulder. “Good luck with that. Keeping this crew on course is a full-time job.”

Y/N chuckled before looking down at Chopper, who was practically glowing with excitement. She scooped him up, hugging him close. “Well, aren’t you the cutest reindeer I’ve ever met?” she said, causing Chopper to squirm and blush, his little hooves waving in the air.

“I-I’m not cute! You’re just flattering me!” he stammered, but his eyes sparkled, betraying his delight.

Then Usopp stepped forward, looking a bit uneasy. “Uh, hi! I’m Usopp!” He fidgeted, glancing between Y/N and the rest of the crew. “I’m…uh…the legendary sniper of this crew!” he added, trying to sound impressive despite the tremor in his voice.

Y/N grinned, crossing her arms. “A legendary sniper, huh?” she echoed with a playful smirk. “I guess I better stay on your good side then, huh?”

Usopp straightened, his confidence bolstered by her reaction. “Exactly! With me around, you’ll be safe from anything!” he said proudly, puffing out his chest. “I mean, I’ve faced giant sea monsters and taken down entire armies!” He hesitated, realizing he might be overdoing it, but Y/N’s encouraging nod kept him going.

“That sounds amazing, Usopp!” she said, her eyes wide with mock awe. “With skills like that, I’m lucky to be joining such a strong crew.”

Luffy laughed, patting Usopp on the back. “See, Usopp? She knows greatness when she sees it!”

As she continued to explore the ship, taking in every detail with keen interest, Luffy couldn’t help but beam with pride. "So, what do you think?" he asked, grinning widely.

"I like it," she said, glancing around, clearly impressed.

But before I could bask in her approval any longer, she turned to Ace, flashing him a grin that made my stomach twist. "Now who might you be?" she asked, clearly intrigued. "Love the hat, by the way. Are you always this shirtless?"

Ace stepped forward with his usual swagger, running a hand through his messy hair. "I'm not in the crew. I'm part of a different crew, pretty sure you may have heard of them—Whitebeard Pirates."

The moment he spoke those words, my blood ran cold. But I forced myself to keep it together. I had no right to be jealous—right?

Y/N tilted her head, her grin growing wider. "Oh, I’ve heard of them. And I know you guys call Whitebeard 'pops.'"

My jaw tightened, and my eyes narrowed as I watched the exchange. There she was, completely at ease, teasing him, her playful tone ringing in my ears.

“How do you know my captain?” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

Ace’s grin turned a little cocky. "I'm his older brother," he said, flexing his arms like he was trying to show off. "I'm also the second division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates."

I couldn't help it. My hand clenched into a fist, and I scowled.

That damn swagger of his…

There was no doubt in my mind that Ace was enjoying every moment of Y/N’s attention, and I couldn't stand it. My gaze shifted between them, and I felt a deep, burning frustration that I wasn’t getting her undivided attention. She was so captivating, and now Ace was getting a taste of it too.

I had to keep my cool. After all, I was Sanji—the cook, the ladies’ man. But it didn't stop the annoying knot in my stomach.

"Second division commander, huh?" Y/N said, her voice teasing yet full of admiration. "Impressive, Ace. Looks like you’ve got some stories to tell."

He flexed again, clearly basking in her attention. "I’ve got plenty," he said with a wink, before giving a mock bow.

Luffy burst out laughing, slapping Usopp on the back. "See, I told you she'd be perfect!"

Y/N laughed along with him, clearly enjoying herself. "Well, I do owe Ace here a bit of thanks," she said, turning to face him. "When I was fighting those marines, saving Luffy, Ace helped me out as well."

To my horror—and Ace’s surprise—she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, a soft, genuine gesture of gratitude. "And for that, I'm thankful," she said, her smile warm and sincere.

Ace’s face instantly turned red, and I couldn’t stop the annoyance from bubbling up inside me.

"Ace! You're blushing!" teased Luffy, who was practically rolling on the ground laughing. "I knew it! She’s got you!"

I seethed quietly, my fists clenched at my sides. This was too much. Was I really going to let this happen?

That’s when I decided it was time for my grand entrance.

I strutted into the room dramatically, carrying a small slice of dessert on a delicate plate and a cup of tea in my hand.

"Ohhh, my sweet, thank you, dear ocean, for bestowing this beauty upon us," I declared, my voice dripping with flair as I approached Y/N.

She looked pleasantly surprised, her eyes lighting up as she took in my theatrics. "Why, that’s very kind of you. Thank you!" she replied, her smile brightening the atmosphere around us like the sun breaking through clouds.

"Actually," she continued, her voice a little hesitant, "I was wondering if you might have a different choice of drink—perhaps wine or sake?" she asked, almost apologetically, as though she feared she was asking too much.

Before I could respond, ready to swoop in with my own offer, Zoro stepped forward, a smirk on his face.

"I could show you where we keep the good stuff," he said, his usual gruffness tinged with an unexpected hint of charm.

My eye twitched. Was this guy really trying to put the moves on her? Of course, I couldn’t just stand there and let him steal my moment. Not happening.

"Not bad, Zoro," I thought, suppressing a chuckle as I watched him try to outshine me. But deep down, I felt a flicker of annoyance. Why did he think he could impress her just by offering her drinks?

Y/N glanced at Zoro, an amused expression tugging at her lips. "I appreciate that, but I might need a guide who won’t get lost on the way," she teased, raising an eyebrow. I couldn’t help but admire her sharp wit—that’s my girl.

Zoro shrugged, unfazed, but I could tell his confidence had taken a small hit. "I won’t get lost. Just follow me," he said, crossing his arms like he was still in control.

"All right, lead the way, swordsman," she said with a smile, her playful attitude sparking a competitive fire between us.

As they walked off, I stood there for a moment, trying to push the annoyance down. What was it about her that made everyone want to impress her? She had this magnetic pull, this undeniable charm that made even the toughest of us—Zoro included—act like fools.

But then, just as Y/N was about to follow Zoro, she paused. My heart skipped a beat when she glanced back at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I didn’t know what she was up to, but the playful grin on her face sent a rush of warmth through me.

Without warning, she leaned in, and before I could even react, her lips brushed against my cheek in the softest kiss. My breath caught in my throat, and my heart skipped several beats. The touch of her lips was a fleeting moment, but it felt like an eternity in the best way.

"Thanks for the dessert," she said, her voice light and sweet, her smile radiant as she pulled away and continued after Zoro.

I stood there, frozen for a moment, still feeling the tingling warmth where her lips had touched my skin. Did she just—?

“Anytime, my beloved!” I yelled, swooning dramatically as I placed a hand to my chest. My voice cracked slightly with excitement, but I didn’t care. She kissed me. She kissed me!

My heart soared as I watched her walk away, her eyes glancing back at me one more time, the sparkle of mischief still dancing in them. It was all I needed to see.

Flashback Over…

That was just one of many memories I had with Y/N. The more I paced back and forth, the more my mind kept racing. “It’s fine, it’s fine, damn it," I muttered, trying to reassure myself. "Luffy and the others won’t get hurt, and the Baratie will be saved too." I clenched my fists, knowing full well that there was one thing still gnawing at me. Y/N’s wedding.

“I can’t let that bastard do something to her,” I gritted my teeth, picturing Ichiji standing next to Y/N, having his moment with her soon. The thought alone made my blood boil.

"I shouldn’t keep thinking about Y/N,” I thought, trying to push her out of my head. “I’m getting married tomorrow, and so is she." The words tasted bitter in my mouth. "Why can’t I be grateful? Pudding’s all I got, and who could hurt a sweet girl like her? I must be some kind of monster…”

Suddenly, a soft knock at my door pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Yes?” I called out, but there was no answer. Confused, I opened the door to find Pudding standing there, looking hesitant.

“Pudding? Is everything alright…?” I asked, concern lacing my voice.

Without a word, she stepped inside and pulled me into a tight embrace, catching me completely off guard.

“Sanji… is it alright if I stay with you tonight?” she asked, her voice soft, almost vulnerable.

“Pudding… but why would you—" Before I could finish, she silenced me with a kiss. My entire body froze, not expecting it, but soon after, I felt her warmth, and instinctively, I kissed her back. Was it like Y/N? No. But I wasn’t going to push Pudding away now.

After a few moments, she pulled back, her eyes wide and unsure. "Oh my… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

This time, it was me who cut her off with a kiss. I was lost in the moment. Maybe it was the pressure of tomorrow’s wedding, or maybe I was trying to distract myself from the chaos in my heart, but for now, I let myself get lost in the comfort of the moment. "I won’t let you down, Pudding... I’ll shower you with love,” I said, trying to sound as genuine as I could, swooning at the thought. But no matter how hard I tried, that nagging feeling in the back of my head wouldn’t go away.

Y/N.

Her image flashed across my mind, even as I held Pudding close. I pulled back slightly, gazing down at her, and smiled, trying to shake off the unease. “Let’s take a nap,” I suggested softly, “it’s been a long day for both of us.”

Pudding nodded with a small, content smile and cuddled up against me, resting her head on my chest. I could feel her breath, steady and warm, as she relaxed into me. My heart started racing, but not just because of her.

As I laid there, staring up at the ceiling, the weight of everything pressed down on me. Y/N’s wedding tomorrow. Mine too. My mind was a whirlwind, filled with conflicting emotions. I was about to marry a sweet girl who loved me, but why did it feel so wrong? Why couldn’t I stop thinking about Y/N?

I let out a sigh, careful not to disturb Pudding, but I couldn’t shake the guilt gnawing at me. No matter what happens tomorrow… things will never be the same.

Y/N POV…

"I don't know, Reiju... I have doubts about Pudding," I muttered as she carefully bandaged up my wounds, making sure it was tight but not too constricting.

Reiju’s eyebrow lifted, her curiosity piqued. "What makes you say that?"

I sighed, trying to put my thoughts into words. "Call it a woman’s intuition, but I think she’s hiding something. I don’t know, I just... feel weird about her. No one’s that sweet and nice all the time."

Reiju hummed thoughtfully as she continued tending to my injuries. "And?"

"Well," I continued, "it’s not just that. She gets on my nerves too, but that’s more of a personal issue than anything. Still, something about her doesn't sit right with me."

Reiju nodded as if she understood more than she let on, her voice lowering to a near-whisper. “You’re not the only one…”

I was about to press her for more details when a sudden knock on the door interrupted the moment. My heart skipped a beat. I wasn’t expecting anyone—and I really wasn’t in the mood for interruptions.

The door swung open, and Ichiji stepped inside, his usual confident smirk plastered on his face. He closed the door behind him with a soft click, a gesture that somehow felt more like a trap than a mere action.

"Ichiji, what are you doing here?" Reiju asked, her voice laced with a mixture of suspicion and annoyance. She didn’t seem thrilled by his sudden appearance, and frankly, neither was I.

Ichiji didn’t flinch, his gaze turning to me, where my injuries—bandaged fist, left thigh wrapped, side wrapped, and the corset with a small hole—were plainly visible. His smirk grew wider as he made his way toward me.

"I came to see how my fiancée is doing," he said, his tone almost mocking, as though I were just another trophy he was trying to showcase. I could feel the tension rising, but I kept my gaze steady, not allowing him to get under my skin.

"Reiju, can you please leave my fiancée and I alone?" Ichiji's words were firm, the command unmistakable. His tone brooked no argument, as if my personal space and privacy meant nothing.

Reiju, caught in her own internal conflict, sighed deeply before reluctantly nodding. She glanced at me, her eyes betraying her concern, but she didn’t say a word. The click of the door locking behind her seemed to echo in the silence that followed. I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease, knowing Reiju was still nearby, and that she didn’t like this arrangement any more than I did.

Ichiji’s eyes locked onto mine, and I immediately noticed the way he moved closer. The space between us felt too small, too suffocating.

"Let’s go to Germa, for breakfast," he said casually, as though the suggestion were the most normal thing in the world.

I froze, blinking in disbelief. "That’s as far ass ride?!" I blurted out, taken aback. I didn’t want to go to Germa. I didn’t want to leave here, especially not with Luffy and Nami still being held captive. The thought of being so far from them was unbearable.

Ichiji’s smile didn’t waver as he leaned in slightly, his words cutting through the air. "Too bad, the Calicoat is outside waiting."

I couldn’t hide my confusion. "The Calicoat?" I repeated, my voice laced with uncertainty.

Without another word, Ichiji placed his head on my chest, his action so intimate, so invasive, that I couldn’t help but recoil slightly. "Let’s not waste any more time, my dear," he said, his voice lower now, almost as if he were trying to soften his words to draw me in.

Before I could respond, his lips brushed against my skin, planting soft, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of my chest. The sensation sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't stop the soft whimper that escaped my lips. I immediately regretted it, but his smirk grew even wider as he felt the reaction. He seemed to savor it, his lips trailing down further, as if he were marking his territory.

Ichiji pulled away just as I was about to protest, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "Let’s get some breakfast," he said with an amused tone, clearly enjoying the way my body had responded, even if I was not thrilled about it.

Before I could react, he yanked my arm with surprising force, pulling me to my feet. I stumbled, but he didn’t let go, his grip unyielding. "Can I at least shower and change...?" I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper, but full of frustration. The idea of facing the day in these clothes was unbearable.

"Nope," Ichiji replied smoothly, his smirk never faltering. "You can do that when we’re in Germa."

"Damn it, Ichiji!" I growled under my breath, frustration building inside me. With all my strength, I tried to yank my hand free, but his grip was ironclad. I tried to punch him, aiming for his side, but it was useless. He was faster, and before I knew it, he effortlessly lifted me up and placed me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Put me down!" I shouted, kicking and hitting him with everything I had, but he didn’t budge. His shoulder felt like a stone, his movements calm as he adjusted me slightly, clearly unaffected by my struggles.

I continued to squirm, but my attempts to break free only seemed to amuse him more. "You’re not going anywhere until I say so," he said, his voice almost smug.

Every inch of my body screamed in defiance, but Ichiji was too strong, and I was left helpless against his grip. Despite my best efforts to break free, all I could do was watch as we exited the medical wing of Big Mom’s chateau and headed for the unknown, my heart pounding with frustration and anger. I hated feeling this powerless.

After a few minutes of struggling, we reached the Calicoat, a grand, horse-drawn carriage with intricate designs etched into the wood. The horses stood patiently, their reins held by a soldier who was clearly waiting for us to board. Ichiji gave the soldier a brief order to head toward Germa, and the vehicle started rolling as we climbed inside.

I crossed my arms tightly in front of me, glaring at Ichiji from the other side of the carriage. My mind raced with thoughts of escape. If I didn’t have these damn bracelets, I thought bitterly, eyeing the cuffs on my wrists. Ichiji had locked them on, ensuring I couldn’t slip away. Another damn claim on me.

Ichiji seemed unfazed by my anger. He leaned back in his seat, his expression smug as always, and casually called over to me, "Come on, fiancée."

The word felt like a slap across my face, mocking me, a reminder of how helpless I was in this situation.

I shot him a venomous look from across the carriage but kept my mouth shut. Ichiji wasn’t bothered by my silence. In fact, his smirk only widened as he leaned forward, the same cocky gleam in his eyes that I had come to hate.

"I still have that hostage of yours," he said, his voice low, filled with that familiar arrogance. "So, I suggest you do as I say."

His words were meant to remind me of the leverage he held over me. Another thought came to mind as I sat there, fuming yet trapped in this situation. I have to play along, I reminded myself. King’s life is in jeopardy, which meant I couldn’t afford to make any wrong moves. I needed to act dumb, feign submission, and keep Ichiji from suspecting anything while I figured out my next move.

With a heavy sigh, I turned toward Ichiji. I knew it would make me feel sick to do it, but it was the only option for now. Slowly, I shifted and laid my head down on his lap, forcing a smile onto my face.

"I'm sorry," I said, my voice dripping with false sweetness, barely able to hold back the bile rising in my throat. "I guess with this whole wedding fiasco, me not eating, and the sparring match, it made me a bit cranky. I’m sorry, tiger."

The words felt like poison slipping off my tongue, but I pushed through the act, pretending to be docile and apologetic. The sheer sweetness of my apology was enough to make me want to gag, but it was the only way to keep Ichiji distracted and off guard. His smug grin only grew wider, seemingly pleased by my so-called "change of heart."

Ichiji ran a hand through my hair, his voice softer, almost satisfied. "It’s alright, fiancée. You’ve had a lot on your plate lately. Just relax, and I’ll take care of everything."

As I forced myself to lie there, pretending to be the dutiful fiancée, my mind raced. I knew I couldn’t let my guard down completely, not with King’s life hanging in the balance, but for now, I had to keep up the charade. I had to bide my time, play the part, and wait for an opening.

We finally arrived in Germa, and as the Calicoat came to a stop, the Germa soldiers began to cheer for Ichiji’s arrival. Their voices echoed with excitement and anticipation as they recognized his arrival.

"Master Ichiji is here!" one of them yelled, his voice full of reverence.

"His wife as well, it looks like she may have been injured," another soldier commented, his tone laced with concern.

"Ohhh no, I hope she is doing alright? Get better soon, Mrs. Vinsmoke!" one soldier yelled, causing me to falter for a brief moment. The idea of being called that sent a sickening wave through my chest, but I pushed it down and maintained my composure.

Ichiji stepped out of the Calicoat, his usual smug grin plastered across his face. He extended his hand toward me, and reluctantly, I took it. With my other hand clutching my side, I made my way down the steps, walking hand in hand with him, my every movement calculated to keep up the facade.

"Princess! I hope you feel better!" one soldier shouted, his voice full of exaggerated sympathy.

"Just look at the young master, he is being so careful with his fiancée," another soldier said, shedding a small tear. What the hell... I thought, gritting my teeth. I had to smile and play along, my stomach twisting at the sight of these people idolizing this twisted arrangement.

"Thank you all for your well wishes, I just had a small accident," I said, offering them a forced, pained smile. The crowd cheered louder, their adoration growing with every word I spoke.

"Thank you all for your concerns, we will be heading to get breakfast and then be back to the château for our wedding," Ichiji said with a smirk, his hand still holding mine as we moved through the crowd. The soldiers cheered even louder, their enthusiasm infectious, but I couldn’t let it fool me. This is all part of the show. Just keep playing along, I thought.

Ichiji, suddenly full of theatrics, scooped me up bridal style, his grip firm and possessive. I felt my body tense, but I didn't fight it. My heart raced, both from frustration and from something I couldn't quite pinpoint yet.

"Look at that! They’re so in love!" one soldier yelled, his voice filled with excitement.

The cheering and whistling grew louder, and I could feel the eyes of the entire Germa army on us. As Ichiji carried me in his arms, I rested my head on his shoulder, my eyes scanning the crowd. If I have to endure this, I’ll be sure to get Ichiji to crack, I thought, my mind beginning to hatch a plan.

At that moment, I leaned up and kissed Ichiji’s neck, my lips pressing lightly against his skin. He stiffened for a second, but quickly relaxed into my touch, a pleased smirk crossing his face. The soldiers erupted into whistles and cheers, louder than before. I could feel the heat of their gaze, but it didn’t matter. I had a plan, and I was playing my part to perfection.

We finally reached the steps of the kingdom, and the grand doors opened before us. The servants and maids inside began to bustle, a few of them immediately noticing Ichiji and me. One maid caught my eye—her look lingering on Ichiji was unmistakable, almost hungry. Wouldn’t be surprised if they hooked up, I thought, rolling my eyes internally.

One of the maids I recognized approached. "Anne!" I called out, making my way toward her. As soon as she saw me, she smiled widely and then, to my surprise, her eyes widened in recognition, and she quickly bowed.

"My lady, it’s so wonderful to see you," she said with a soft voice.

I reached down and gently raised her head. "You will not bow for me. I won’t allow it," I said firmly. Her eyes flickered in surprise but she didn’t resist.

As I turned to face the rest of the room, I looked at all the other maids, standing there awkwardly. "Whatever my fiancé’s rules are, that’s on him, but no one will bow. Understood?" I added, my voice unwavering. There was a moment of hesitation in the room, the air thick with uncertainty.

One of the maids, who seemed to be trying too hard to win Ichiji’s favor, spoke up. "As if we would listen to you when Master Ichiji is standing there," she said with an air of bravado. Her eyes kept darting to Ichiji, practically fawning over him.

I turned my gaze to her, arching an eyebrow. "You must be..." I began, but the maid quickly interjected.

"My name is—"

"Irrelevant," I cut her off, my tone sharp. "As I suspected, you must have slept with my fiancé, haven’t you? You carry yourself like you’ve earned that bravado of yours." I smirked, my words dripping with disdain as I saw the color drain from her face.

The maid’s face flushed bright red. "I would do no such thing!" she stammered, her words defensive but her body language betrayed her. The way her hands shook slightly, her stance faltering—it was all too clear.

"Why so nervous?" I asked, a mocking smile pulling at my lips. "If what you say is the truth, then you shouldn’t falter at all, should you?" I leaned in slightly, making sure my gaze was locked with hers.

She stuttered again, trying to regain her composure, but I saw it—her guilt, her discomfort. Gotcha. I knew I had her rattled now.

I turned to Anne, forcing a smile that was as sweet as poison. "Anne, would you be a dear and take me to my shared quarters? I’d like to take a bath before breakfast," I said, my tone deliberately polite. "Better yet," I added with a sudden mischievous grin, turning back to Ichiji, "Tiger, would you like to share a bath with me?"

For a split second, Ichiji’s eyes flickered with something dangerous. He stiffened, and the hand he had resting on my shoulder tightened slightly, almost possessively. "Watch yourself, Y/N," he muttered under his breath, his voice low and threatening, but his words were laced with a possessiveness I couldn’t ignore. It wasn’t just a warning—it was a reminder of who he thought I belonged to. "I’m not going to let you embarrass me."

I raised an eyebrow, my smile not faltering. "I’m just asking if my fiancé would like to partake," I said sweetly, letting my words linger with a teasing edge. "But if he doesn’t want to join me, then don’t be surprised when the door is locked and I entertain myself."

The tension between us thickened, and I could feel his grip on my shoulder tightening even more as if he were holding me back from doing something he didn’t like. But I wasn’t about to let his jealousy control me.

With that, I turned toward Anne and took a step away from Ichiji, deliberately leaving a small but noticeable distance between us. "Please lead the way, my dear," I said, my voice dripping with sweet but venomous politeness.

As I walked past the other soldiers and maids, I threw a final glance over my shoulder at Ichiji. "Oh, and as for the rest of you," I said, my tone still cheerful, "great meeting you all. I’m sure my fiancé would like to spend time with you all as well." I couldn’t help but add a final touch of sarcasm, "Wouldn’t want to keep anyone waiting, now, would we?"

My platform heels clicked sharply on the stone floor, each step punctuating my words and solidifying my authority in this little game we were playing. I could almost feel Ichiji’s eyes on my back, burning with a mixture of frustration and possessiveness. It was a look I had seen too many times before—he didn’t like losing control, and he certainly didn’t like when I had the upper hand.

As Anne led me to my shared quarters, I could feel Ichiji’s eyes burning into my back, though I didn’t acknowledge him directly. His presence was a constant weight, a reminder of the power he thought he had over me. But I wasn’t going to break that easily.

"My lady, are you alright?" Anne asked with a concerned tone, making me laugh softly in response.

"Oh, I'm more than alright, Anne. I won't back down that easy," I said, my smile feigning confidence, though my mind was still racing.

Anne led me to the room I was assigned to when Ichiji first brought me here—his room. It wasn’t lost on me that it was also where he expected me to stay now that our “wedding” was drawing near. We walked inside, and as Anne shut the door behind us, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was in a gilded cage.

"Would you like me to run your bath, my lady?" Anne asked, a soft offer that I gratefully accepted.

"Yes, please," I replied, my voice softer now, though my mind was still sharp, calculating. Anne moved swiftly, preparing the bath in the large marble tub. It was the kind of bath you’d expect in a palace—luxurious, with gleaming marble walls and a tub large enough for someone to lose themselves in. There were large windows, tinted just enough to shield me from the outside world but still letting the sun’s light filter in, casting a soft glow over the room.

As Anne prepared the bath, I started to undo the layers of my attire. My corset came first, followed by my heels. The last pieces were my skirt, thigh halter, and hidden blades. As I slid the thigh halter off, my hidden blades remained firmly tucked in, ready for whatever came next.

"Your bath is ready, my lady," Anne said, turning toward me.

I smiled, a little relieved by the chance to unwind, even if just for a moment. "Thank you, Anne."

I then turned to her with a smile, catching her gaze. "Anne, what did I tell you when we first met?"

Anne blushed, her face turning a shade of pink. "Call me Y/N," she said softly, smiling in return.

"Exactly," I replied, a playful tone in my voice. "You can call me Y/N, no need for formalities."

"Yes, my... Y/N," she said, smiling warmly as she exited the room, leaving me alone to reflect in the stillness.

With the door now shut, I took a deep breath, letting the tension slip away, if only for a moment. The sun was high, casting light on the bathroom through the tinted windows. I made my way toward the tub, dipping one hand into the water, testing its warmth. It was perfect—comfortable, soothing. I moved slowly, a hand covering my chest as I lowered myself into the tub, feeling the heat of the water seep into my muscles. The tension of the day began to melt away as I relaxed, even if just slightly.

Once I was comfortable, I removed the last of my garments—the skirt, the thigh halter with the hidden blade—placing them carefully beside the tub.The warm water eased the tension in my muscles, and I began to relax, letting the day’s stress melt away. But just as I was about to truly unwind, the door slammed open with force.

And here he comes, I thought, my eyes flicking to the entrance.

Ichiji stormed in, his boots making a heavy sound against the floor as he quickly locked the door behind him. His eyes were dark, narrowed, and something unreadable flickered in them, his posture rigid and controlled. The air between us thickened immediately.

"Finally decided to join me, tiger?" I teased, shifting slightly in the tub to move closer to the bubbles that covered my body. I gave him a playful smile, my voice light and confident, as if this was nothing more than a casual exchange.

Ichiji didn’t respond right away. His eyes scanned me—no doubt taking in the sight of my exposed form, though I made sure the bubbles hid enough to keep him on edge. But even as I moved closer, the tension between us was palpable. His jaw clenched, his body taut with something dangerous.

"The water’s nice and warm…" I said, my voice deliberately slow and teasing, watching his every move as he stood there, unmoving. I could feel his gaze lingering on me, burning through the air between us.

His lips parted for a brief moment, a flicker of frustration crossing his features, but it was quickly replaced by a hardened resolve. He stepped closer, the energy shifting with every step, as if he were trying to tame the storm inside himself. The possessiveness was there—raw, intense—but so was something darker, something like control slipping away.

"Do you think you can get away with this?" Ichiji growled, his voice low and laced with both warning and desire. His eyes narrowed, still glaring at me like a predator stalking its prey. "You think you can tease me, make me wait while you’re in here, like some prize I can’t have?"

I smirked, leaning back into the warmth of the water. "I’m just enjoying myself, Ichiji," I said, making sure my tone sounded innocent, even though my body was clearly pushing all his buttons. "Isn’t that what you wanted me to do? Be good for you?" I moved my hand under the water, letting the bubbles swirl around it in a slow motion.

"Stop playing games with me, Y/N," he snapped, stepping forward so that his body was just inches from the edge of the tub. His fingers flexed at his sides, the air thick with his possessiveness. "You know I could take you right here. But you want to play this little game, don’t you? Keep me hanging on, testing my patience."

I moaned softly, closing my eyes as I let his words settle in my mind. "I just had a vision of how that would look, tiger," I whispered, as I let the image linger in the air. A low hum escaped Ichiji’s lips as I moved toward the middle of the tub, my fingers trailing through the water and stirring up small waves that rippled outward. I leaned back, resting my head on the edge of the tub, allowing my eyes to close as I painted the image with my words, letting the scene unfold in both our minds.

“Picture this,” I murmured, voice thick with a tempting softness, “you in here with me… the water splashing, the sound filling the room… echoes of breaths, teasing touches that linger just long enough to make you wonder what’s coming next…”

The tension in the room grew heavier, almost tangible. I could hear the slight hitch in his breathing, the way his gaze darkened as he watched me, captivated by the picture I was painting. His usual icy control was starting to melt away under the heat of my words.

“Just imagine,” I whispered, my voice barely above a murmur, “your hands on me, tracing over every curve… the water amplifying every movement, every touch…”

Ichiji's eyes glinted with a dangerous fire as he took a step closer to the tub, drawn in by the vivid scene I was crafting. His lips twisted into a smirk, but I could tell he was affected, his calm composure slipping just a little. "Ichiji, I’m bored. Come play with me."

My voice was laced with an innocent tease, but I knew it was pushing him farther. I could feel his eyes burning into me, his restraint slipping by the second.

"In fact..." I said, the challenge clear in my voice, as I slowly stood up from the water, letting it cascade off my body in a slow, sensual flow. "I’ll start."

I began to unbutton his shirt, my fingers grazing his chest with a teasing slowness, keeping my gaze locked on his, savoring every moment. But before I could reach the final button, Ichiji’s hand shot out, grabbing my wrist with a firm, almost bruising grip, stopping me in my tracks.

His eyes were dark with a dangerous intensity, his breath ragged as he looked down at me. His body was so close now I could feel the heat radiating off him. "You don’t get to make the rules here, Y/N," he growled low, his voice heavy with possessiveness and frustration. His grip on my wrist tightened slightly, sending a wave of heat through me.

"Not this time." His voice was almost a warning now. His eyes searched mine, weighing his next move carefully. "You want to keep playing? Then play by my rules."

The intensity in Ichiji's eyes made my breath catch in my throat. His hand held my wrist with such authority, as if he were marking me, staking his claim. His lips were just inches from my ear as he leaned in closer, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down my spine.

"You're testing me, Y/N," he murmured, his grip tightening ever so slightly, just enough to make sure I felt every inch of his control. "And I don’t like being tested."

I raised my eyes to meet his, a smirk playing at the corner of my lips. "I didn’t think you’d be so easily distracted, Ichiji," I teased, pushing against his grip just enough to remind him that, for a moment, I still held some power here.

But Ichiji wasn’t about to let me get away with it. With a swift movement, he pulled me forward, his other hand gripping my chin to force me to look up at him. His expression was dark, unreadable, yet there was an undeniable hunger in his eyes. "You don’t get to play this game, Y/N. Not when you’re the one who’s always pushing my buttons."

He let go of my wrist, but only to bring his hand to my cheek, gently caressing the skin with his thumb before his fingers trailed down to my neck, applying the faintest pressure as if to remind me of the power he wielded over me. My heart raced, and I could feel my body betraying me, reacting to his every move despite my attempts to maintain control. His grip on my neck tightened just enough to send a surge of heat rushing through me, making my breath catch. "You’ll find out soon enough." His lips hovered above mine, teasing me with the proximity, yet pulling away just as quickly, leaving me hanging.

I leaned in slightly, my lips brushing his, but he was quicker, capturing my mouth in a heated kiss. It was raw, desperate, with a need that mirrored my own, but even in the intensity of the kiss, I could feel the underlying control he had over me, his every move reminding me who was really in charge.

The water rippled as I sank back deeper into the marble tub, the remnants of our kiss still lingering on my lips, leaving me breathless. The air between us crackled with an electric tension, and Ichiji’s smirk only fueled the heat building inside me.

His gaze was dark and calculated as he crouched beside the tub, his eyes never leaving mine. Slowly, he rolled up his sleeve, his arm muscles flexing with the movement as he tested the temperature of the water, but it was clear he wasn’t focused on the bath at all. The subtle shift of his body, the way his gaze flickered to my exposed skin, told me everything I needed to know.

“I won’t join you for a bath,” he said, his voice low and controlled, laced with something dangerously possessive. “There will be a time for that after. But I will, however, wait for you in my bed, while you finish getting changed, so we may eat breakfast.”

I couldn’t help but feel a surge of both frustration and excitement. His words were deliberate, a clear reminder that while I was playing my game, he had already set the rules for the next round.

Before I could respond, Ichiji’s fingers brushed lightly against my thigh beneath the water. The touch was teasing, a mere graze of his hand, but it sent a shock of heat straight to my core. I couldn’t move—couldn’t tear my eyes away from his—each second stretching on as if the world had stopped, leaving just the two of us, locked in this power struggle.

“You like that, don’t you?” Ichiji murmured, his voice taking on a more dangerous edge. His hand lingered, his fingers lightly tracing the outline of my thigh, making it impossible to ignore the effect he was having on me.

I swallowed hard, my body betraying me even as I tried to maintain my composure. “You’re bold,” I said, forcing the words out through clenched teeth, even as my breath hitched at his touch.

He leaned closer, his face now mere inches from mine, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, “You haven’t seen bold yet.”

I inhaled sharply, his words sending a shiver down my spine. I knew exactly what he meant, and the thought of it made my pulse race.

“Enjoy your bath,” Ichiji continued, pulling away slowly, his hand reluctantly leaving my thigh. “I’ll be waiting.”

As he turned to leave, I could feel the weight of his presence still pressing down on me, a lingering reminder that no matter how much I tried to push his buttons, Ichiji was always one step ahead, controlling every move I made.

I watched him walk toward the door, my body still aching for more, the room feeling colder without him so close. The tension, thick and palpable, was only just beginning, and I knew there was no going back from this game we were playing.

With a final glance over his shoulder, Ichiji smirked, “Don’t take too long, Y/N.”

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone in the bath, the quiet sound of the water lapping against the sides of the tub the only noise. I leaned back, sinking deeper into the water, the heat from earlier still lingering in my body. My mind was racing—what had just happened? I had tested him, but I knew I was in dangerous territory now.

I couldn’t help but scream into the water, frustration and heat building inside me. "Bastard really knows his stuff," I muttered, a mix of irritation and admiration in my voice. He had me tangled up in his games, and I was beginning to wonder if I was going to lose this round.

Stepping out of the tub, I wrapped myself in a towel, feeling the sharp chill of the air on my skin—a striking contrast to the warmth that lingered from the bath. The room felt different now, quieter somehow, as if absorbing the echoes of what had just happened. I let the water drain, the sound filling the silence and grounding me.

I caught sight of myself in the mirror, and my attention fell on the faint marks from recent battles. The injuries from my sparring session with Judge had nearly vanished, and I couldn't help but marvel. My left thigh, which had taken a harsh hit, was smooth again, and the bruise along my side had faded completely. The scrape on my right hand, my last reminder of a skirmish with one of Big Mom’s children to retrieve my weapon, had also disappeared.

"Reiju’s work, no doubt," I mused to myself, impressed by her medical skills. Whatever she’d used had sped up my recovery dramatically. It was strange to see myself so healed, but I could already feel my strength returning—a welcome relief. I took a deep breath, trying to gather myself before I stepped out of the bathroom.

I opened the door, stepping into the room, only to see Ichiji lying casually on the bed, his arms crossed behind his head, a smirk already plastered across his face.

"How was the bath?" he teased, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something darker.

I flicked him off, not bothering to hide the playfulness in my actions. "You’re unbelievable," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm, though the tension between us was far from gone.

Ichiji just laughed, a sound that felt like a challenge. "You’re one to talk," he replied, his smirk widening as he sat up on the bed, clearly enjoying this little back-and-forth. "But we both know you’re not really mad at me."

I didn’t respond right away, simply letting the silence hang in the air as I slowly made my way over to the dresser to find something to wear. The game was far from over, and now, more than ever, I couldn’t wait for what would come next. I moved towards the closet, my fingers lightly grazing over the fabric of the outfits hanging neatly inside.

Ichiji’s eyes never left me as I sorted through the clothes, his smirk still evident on his face. I could feel his gaze, heavy and possessive, following every movement I made. It was both infuriating and thrilling, knowing that he was waiting for me to make my next move, knowing that I had a certain power over him now, but still unsure of what he might do next.

As I flicked through the outfits, I could feel a heat rise within me again. Every choice I picked up felt like part of a new round in our game. I was testing boundaries, pushing buttons, seeing how far I could go before one of us cracked. And right now, it seemed like we were both dancing along that thin line.

Finally, I picked out an outfit—a tight, short, dark red dress that hugged my figure in all the right places. I didn’t give him any indication of how I was feeling. Instead, I just turned towards him, my eyes meeting his as I slipped the dress from the hanger.

“You’ve been watching me long enough, Ichiji,” I said, my tone just as teasing as his had been. “Don’t you have anything to say? Or are you just going to stare?”

Ichiji’s lips curled into a grin, the air around us charged with anticipation. "You know," he said, his voice low, "I don’t think I’ve had enough of this little game yet."

I smirked in response, knowing he was just as drawn to this as I was. The tension between us was palpable, and neither of us was willing to back down. I grabbed my heels and secured my thigh halter and hidden blade onto my right thigh, then swept my hair into a messy bun, leaving a few pieces out to frame my face.

Just then, the door flew open, and in strutted the maid from before, acting as if she owned the place. “Ichi!” she whined, her voice dripping with familiarity. I raised an eyebrow, glancing over at Ichiji, who still lounged on the bed with his arms behind his head. "Yeah, they definitely slept together," I thought, moving toward the large mirror Ichiji had positioned across from his bed.

"When are you coming?” she whined, her gaze fixed on him, seemingly oblivious to my presence. Ichiji only smirked, not moving an inch.

I turned to face her, crossing my arms. “You are quite audacious to barge into shared quarters that belong to my fiancé and me,” I said, my tone icy. I took a step closer, making sure she understood the message. “Now answer me this: why did you just barge right in?”

She gave a smug smirk, unphased. “Ichiji asked me to come...” She leaned in, eyes narrowing. “If you ask me, my lady, it seems you’re not satisfying him enough.” Her gaze flicked over me dismissively, clearly trying to provoke a reaction.

I glanced back at Ichiji, who was watching this unfold with a faint smirk. I narrowed my eyes, but decided to keep my composure. “I will deal with my fiancé later,” I replied, not sparing him another glance. I let a knowing smile slip as I turned back to her. “And as for satisfying him…” I said, running my gaze over Ichiji. “He’s all yours.”

Ichiji’s expression faltered slightly as he took his hands down from behind his head, his smirk disappearing. “You’re really going to just leave like that?” he challenged, his tone almost demanding.

“Enjoy your company,” I replied coolly, brushing past the maid as I made my way to the door. I swayed my hips, knowing Ichiji’s eyes would be fixed on me, my red dress moving with calculated seduction.

The moment I stepped out, I saw Anne walking by. “Anne,” I smiled, “I’m ready for some breakfast.”

“Yes, Y/N. Our head chef prepares an excellent meal,” she replied, returning my smile.

“Wonderful. I would love to have a bite.” I said, linking arms with her as we started down the hallway.

Just then, I heard Ichiji’s frustrated voice from within the room. “Y/N!” His tone was sharp, as if not expecting me to brush him off so easily.

I couldn’t help but smile, keeping my head held high as I ignored his call. The game wasn’t over, and I’d made my next move.

Anne led me to a grand dining hall with ornate décor, high ceilings, and an air of strict order. “Here we are, Y/N. Your meal will be brought out by our head chef.”

“Thank you, Anne. So this is where Germa dines?” I asked, taking in the layout. There was a large throne in one corner and several numbered seats around the table.

“Yes, ma’am,” Anne replied. “The numbers represent each of Master Judge’s children.”

I scanned the seats, each one meticulously positioned, the order so precise it felt stifling. “Well, I’ll be sure to sit far away from one,” I said with a sly smile, which earned a small chuckle from Anne. She gave a polite nod. "Your meal will be right out," she said, before turning and heading to the kitchen.

As I made my way to the table, the air in the room felt almost chilling, a rigid, imposing atmosphere that screamed of Judge’s ironclad rule. Every corner of the room was adorned with Germa 66 emblems, as if the family’s legacy was something one could never escape from. Even the polished marble floor, reflective and cold, seemed to reinforce that this place wasn’t designed for comfort or warmth. It was built for power, for status—like Judge himself.

I let my fingers drift over the table's surface as I walked, tracing patterns in the smooth, dark wood before taking my seat in the number 3 chair. Sitting there, I felt the weight of the room’s history bearing down on me. It was the same chair Ichiji would sit in, which seemed to carry an air of restrained violence, just like him. Even in his absence, I could feel his presence here—the domineering energy he wielded, the cool command that seemed ingrained in everything Germa.

Suddenly, the door swung open with a sharp creak, and in he strode, his expression dark and thunderous. Ichiji’s eyes landed on me immediately, a glint of barely-restrained anger simmering beneath his gaze. He crossed the room with quick, purposeful steps, each one landing heavily on the marble floor.

“You really thought it was a good idea to just walk out?” he demanded, his voice low but tense, as if each word was laced with the bite he was holding back. He barely glanced at the maid who’d followed him, looking flustered and red-faced as she tried to keep up with his stride.

I leaned back in my seat, meeting his glare with a slight smirk. “Didn’t realize I needed permission, tiger,” I replied coolly, emphasizing the nickname just to see the reaction flicker in his eyes. "Besides, it seemed you were otherwise... preoccupied."

His jaw tightened, his hands flexing at his sides as if he was barely resisting the urge to do something about my tone. “You left me in there with her on purpose, didn’t you?” he growled, his gaze narrowing as he took another step toward me, ignoring the maid entirely now.

I shrugged, letting the silence hang between us for a moment before answering, “Can’t help it if I got bored.” I flicked a glance over at the maid, who was practically vibrating with suppressed anger as she stood a few paces behind him, her expression a blend of shock and frustration.

Suddenly, Anne walked in, followed by the head chef. “Y/N, this is Cossette,” Anne introduced as Cossette bowed low. “It’s an honor to meet you, Princess,” she said, her voice respectful.

I gently grabbed her head and raised her gaze, smiling softly. “Please don’t bow. Like I told the handmaids when I arrived, my fiancé’s rules are his, but mine are mine,” I said, my tone warm but firm. “I don’t want anyone bowing to me. Skip the formalities.”

Cossette’s eyes softened, and I could see a glimmer of appreciation in her expression. “Of course, Princess,” she said, her voice slightly warmer now.

“So, I heard your breakfasts are the best,” I continued, a playful grin tugging at my lips. “I can’t wait to try it.”

Before Cossette could respond, Ichiji’s voice cut through the air from behind me. “Cossette, don’t forget my plate either,” he said, his voice smooth but commanding.

Cossette nodded feverishly. “Of course, Master Ichiji. Princess, your meals will be here soon,” she said, bowing again, but I raised a hand.

“What did I say about bowing?” I reminded her, my tone light but carrying a touch of authority. “Please, take your time. Once breakfast is done, I’ll be heading back to prepare for my wedding tomorrow. So, a little extra strength will be needed,” I teased, winking at her. Cossette smiled in response, clearly warming to my manner.

“Keep that smile,” I added, watching as Cossette’s face lit up even more. She and Anne left the room quietly, closing the door behind them.

Turning back to Ichiji, I caught sight of his expression—arms crossed, a subtle scowl creasing his brows, his gaze fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and something darker. Ignoring his silent scrutiny for the moment, I shifted my attention to the other maid, the one from earlier.

“You are excused,” I said coolly, expecting her to finally leave.

“As if I would listen to you…” she muttered defiantly, casting me a challenging glare.

Before I could respond, Ichiji’s voice cut through the tension. “You do as you’re told. Leave, now,” he commanded, his tone cold and final. The maid faltered under his gaze, then quickly turned and scurried out, the door shutting behind her. With a quiet laugh, I returned to the table, slipping gracefully into the number 3 chair. The weight of the room’s rigid formality seemed to settle back around us, but I allowed myself a moment of ease, running a finger idly along the polished wood of the table.

Ichiji’s eyes followed my every movement as I returned to my seat, his expression simmering with a possessive intensity. He strode over to the chair labeled "1," sitting down across from me. Though the distance between us was only a few feet, it might as well have been miles for the way he regarded me, his frustration barely masked by his usually stoic facade.

His jaw was tight, and his gaze bore into me, a storm of anger and longing swirling behind his eyes. It was clear he hated the gap between us, the formality of the space, as if every inch of distance chipped away at the control he fought to maintain. "Tiger, you mentioned you could take me right here, when we were in the bathroom, have you ever thought about taking me here on this table." I smirked, "Why dont I make it easier for you." I said as I stood up, A flicker of raw intensity passed over Ichiji’s face as I approached, his gaze darkening with each step I took. The smirk I wore only seemed to fuel the frustration in his eyes, that possessive glint growing sharper. I let my fingers trail along the polished wood as I moved, savoring each small reaction from him until I stood behind his chair. Gently, I placed my hands on his shoulders, massaging the tension out of his muscles. He stiffened at first but gradually softened under my touch, his head tilting slightly as he closed his eyes, caught in the sensations I was creating.

“You’re so tense,” I murmured, my tone playful and laced with challenge. My fingers kneaded into his shoulders, coaxing the last of his restraint to the surface.

Without warning, Ichiji’s hand shot up, grasping my wrist tightly as he pulled me around to face him, his gaze burning with an unfiltered, dangerous edge. His voice was low, almost a growl, as he spoke, his composure hanging by a thread.

“You think I’m tense?” he challenged, his grip firm as he pulled me closer, his eyes blazing into mine. “You don’t understand, do you? The only thing keeping me from taking what I want right here and now is your damn teasing.” His hand slid down, capturing my waist and drawing me onto his lap, his control slipping just enough for his true desire to flash in his eyes.

With a sly smile, I leaned back, letting my lower back press into the edge of the table as Ichiji's breathing grew heavier, his eyes dark with barely restrained desire. "I just think you seem a bit on edge," I teased, settling onto the table’s edge and letting my legs part slightly, just enough to draw his attention. I placed my hands between them, my fingers tracing slow, languid circles on the wood.

I saw his gaze flicker between my movements and my face, his composure visibly fraying. With a light tug, I grabbed his loosened tie, pulling him down until his face was inches from mine. His breath came in warm waves against my skin as I spoke, each word laced with intent. "I want to hear all the fantasies that are running through my soon-to-be husband’s mind," I murmured, my tone playful yet daring. I released his tie, letting him stand there as I slipped off the table, walking back to my chair with a deliberate sway in my step, fully aware of his eyes following me.

But he didn’t let the space stay between us for long. In a flash, he closed the distance, his hands finding the back of my chair as he leaned over me, his voice low and dangerous. “You want to know what I’ve been thinking?” he rasped, his gaze searing. "I've been imagining what it would feel like to break down every last bit of that defiance… right here. To see you without those teasing little games, giving in to me completely."

His fingers brushed against my jaw, tilting my face up to meet his as he continued, his voice heavy with raw confession. “I’ve thought about you in my arms, pinned under my weight, your voice breaking as you finally stop pushing and just let go. I want to see you let me take control, to feel you against me, watching you come undone.” His breath was hot, his restraint hanging by a thread.

"And as for this table," he continued, his voice even lower now, his hand trailing down to graze my thigh. “I've thought about clearing everything off of it, pulling you onto it, and making you mine right here, without the faintest care about who could walk in. Just you and me, exactly as we should be.” His hand pressed into my thigh, his gaze intense.

Just as I was about to speak, a knock on the door interrupted the moment. “It’s me, Cossette. I have your meals,” she called softly from the other side.

I cleared my throat, straightening up and pulling my composure back into place. “Come in!” I called out, my voice slightly firmer than before.

Cossette stepped inside, accompanied by a few sous-chefs, each carrying an array of beautifully plated dishes. The scent that hit my senses was enough to make my stomach growl with anticipation.

“I didn’t know what you would like, so I made a bit of everything,” Cossette explained, her voice soft as she glanced nervously down at the floor.

I smiled warmly at her, gesturing to the spread. “Cossette, you shouldn’t have,” I said, my tone appreciative, but playful.

The table was soon laden with a lavish assortment of dishes, each more decadent than the last. There were delicate croissants, freshly baked and golden brown, their buttery scent filling the room. Plump, juicy berries—strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries—arranged artfully alongside a bowl of whipped cream for dipping. There were perfectly scrambled eggs, a side of crispy bacon, and tender sausage links, all laid out to perfection. The pièce de résistance was a beautifully cooked salmon fillet, flaky and tender, with a side of creamy hollandaise sauce. A selection of assorted cheeses, olives, and a fresh baguette completed the spread, and on the far side of the table was a large, sparkling bottle of champagne and crystal flutes, ready to be poured.

“Everything looks wonderful, Cossette,” I said, glancing over the spread and nodding in approval. My eyes lingered on the champagne. “And the champagne, a perfect touch.”

Cossette smiled shyly, still avoiding my gaze. “I’m glad you like it, Princess. I hope it’s to your liking.”

Ichiji, who had been watching silently, finally spoke up, his voice laced with a hint of approval, but his eyes never left me. “Looks like you’ve done well, Cossette. I’ll take some of that salmon.”

Cossette nodded quickly, her hands trembling slightly as she began to arrange the food in front of us. “Of course, Master Ichiji. I’ll make sure everything is to your satisfaction.”

As the sous-chefs stepped back, leaving us to our meal, I felt a brief moment of satisfaction settle over me. The atmosphere in the room was still thick with tension, but the food—luxurious and perfectly prepared—offered a temporary distraction.

Once Cossette had prepared my plate, I grabbed the champagne flute and the bottle, popping it open with a satisfying pop, the fizzy liquid spraying onto my chest. I let out a laugh, my eyes twinkling. "Oh no, Princess... I'm so sorry," Cossette stammered, her face flushed.

I waved her off, still laughing, "It's alright." As I grabbed a napkin to dab at the champagne on my chest, I let out another chuckle. Cossette, looking relieved, poured champagne into my flute. I then grabbed the orange juice, adding a splash to the bubbly drink, watching the two liquids swirl together.

“Well, that's what I call a fine good mimosas," I joked with a playful smirk, lifting the glass to admire my creation. Cossette smiled, a little more relaxed now.

I took a sip, the fizzy sweetness dancing on my tongue, and immediately took a bite of the breakfast in front of me. I closed my eyes in delight, unable to contain the satisfaction. "Cossette, this is exquisite!" I exclaimed, taking another bite. "You’ve outdone yourself."

Cossette seemed to blush at my praise, her eyes wide in disbelief. "Do you mean it?" she hesitated, as if unsure whether my words were genuine.

"Of course!" I nodded emphatically. "It’s truly incredible."

Ichiji, who had been silent, finally spoke up, his tone flat but carrying an unmistakable edge. "Don't get too soft, Princess," he said, his voice cutting through the pleasant moment. "This is no time for compliments and praise."

I could feel the tension rise once again, but I didn't let it deter me. "In fact..." I said, a mischievous grin creeping across my face as I stood up from the table, plate in hand. "I’ll make sure you enjoy it too."

Ichiji looked up sharply, eyes narrowing as I made my way around the table, carefully selecting a perfectly cooked piece of the salmon. I leaned over and fed it to him, my eyes locked onto his with a challenge in my gaze. "Here, try some," I said softly, the words almost playful but edged with something deeper.

Ichiji paused, staring at the piece of food in my hand for a moment before taking it into his mouth. His eyes never left mine as he chewed thoughtfully. After a moment, he spoke, his voice low, almost reluctant. "It’s good. Better than I expected."

I couldn't help but smile, savoring the rare moment of him lowering his guard, even if just a little. "See? There’s more where that came from," I teased, sitting back down in my seat, ready to continue the meal. The tension remained, but for now, it was a little easier to ignore. After a few minutes, I finished my breakfast, savoring the last bite, while Ichiji, after allowing me to feed him a few bites, also finished his meal. The mimosa's light fizz was starting to kick in, a gentle warmth spreading through me.

Ichiji’s gaze flickered over me briefly, but the words that followed were as firm as ever. "We’re done here," he said as he stood up, extending his hand for me to take. His hand was firm, his fingers brushing mine with a possessive intent.

I raised an eyebrow, glancing up at him with playful defiance. "Where are we going?" I asked, my voice smooth, curiosity mixed with a hint of teasing.

"Back to our shared suite, for you to change," he replied with that authoritative tone that only seemed to make my heart race faster. Before I could respond, his grip tightened, pulling me up from my seat.

"But I wasn’t finished with my mimosas!" I protested with a pout, making grabby hands at the half-full glass, unwilling to leave it behind.

Ichiji didn't even flinch at my theatrics. With a smirk, he stepped closer, bending down with surprising speed and lifting me over his shoulder in one swift motion. My breath caught as I found myself dangling in his arms, my legs swaying in the air.

"Not today," he murmured, his voice low and almost dangerously calm. "You’ve had enough for now."

I huffed, trying to wriggle free, but his hold was firm. "Ichiji, put me down! You can’t just take my drink!"

But the amusement in his tone only deepened as he walked toward the door, ignoring my protest. "You can drink all you want later. Right now, we have more important things to attend to."

His steps were confident, echoing in the silent room as I continued to hang over his shoulder, barely able to do anything but let him carry me as he pleased. My heart was still racing, but it wasn’t from the alcohol anymore. It was something else entirely. Something much more complicated.

"You're impossible," I muttered, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.

Ichiji’s laugh was low and mocking as he turned to head down the hallway, unbothered by the struggles I put up. "You’ll get used to it." I grumbled under my breath, unable to help the smile that tugged at my lips despite my protest. "You're really something, you know that?"

Finally, after what felt like a small eternity of me hanging there like a ragdoll in his arms, we made it to the shared suite. Without hesitation, Ichiji kicked the door open with a swift motion, his expression unreadable as he effortlessly navigated through the doorway.

"What did the door ever do to you?" I remarked dryly, raising an eyebrow at his sudden display of force. My voice was teasing, but there was a touch of genuine amusement there.

Ichiji didn’t even spare me a glance as he slammed the door shut behind him, the sound sharp in the otherwise silent room. Without missing a beat, he locked it, his gaze darkening as his attention shifted back to me. He didn’t give me a chance to react before he dropped me onto the bed, the soft sheets swallowing me up in an unexpected tumble.

I let out a small giggle, the playful feeling of being tossed around catching me off guard. "That was fun," I said, breathless but clearly enjoying the chaos he’d stirred up. My heart was still pounding, but now it was because of the raw energy that hung between us, the tension that neither of us seemed willing to address.

Ichiji stood over me for a moment, his eyes scanning me with a certain intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. He didn’t speak, but the unspoken words were clear in the way he looked at me—dangerous, possessive, and yet… something else.

I pushed myself up onto my elbows, my grin widening despite the heat that was building up in the room. "What now, Ichiji?" I asked, my voice daring, though a hint of uncertainty lingered beneath the surface. "Are you going to keep me here all day?"

The air between us thickened, and I could see him fighting with his own restraint, though whether it was for me or for himself, I couldn’t say.

Ichiji's eyes softened for a moment, but the intensity quickly returned. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming in the quiet room. "You’re not going anywhere until you’ve learned your first lesson," he said, his voice low but commanding. His words sent a shiver down my spine, anticipation curling in my stomach.

I raised an eyebrow, trying to act unfazed despite the heat simmering beneath my skin. "Lesson? What kind of lesson?" I asked, half teasing, half intrigued.

Ichiji’s lips curled into a smirk as he stood directly over me, his hand reaching down to brush a strand of hair from my face. The warmth of his fingers lingering against my skin sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I instinctively leaned into the touch. "A lesson on control, princess," he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked down at me. His gaze was unwavering, his lips parting as if he were savoring the moment.

Without another word, Ichiji grabbed my hand, his grip firm and possessive as he pulled me to my feet. The room seemed to shrink around us, the air thick with tension. "Dinner," he said, his tone brokering no argument. "Back at the Château."

I couldn’t help but smirk, my playful side coming to the forefront despite the charged atmosphere. "Wow, two meals in one day? You sure know how to show a girl a good time," I said, letting out a light laugh. The sound of it filled the room, a welcome break from the intensity that had been building between us.

Ichiji’s eyes darkened for a split second, the flicker of something dangerous flashing before he masked it again with that signature smirk of his. "You’ll get used to it," he said, his grip on my hand tightening just a little as he guided me towards the door.

As we walked down the stairs, Ichiji and I were met with the familiar bustling of the château. Anne and Cosette waved us off, their faces bright with friendly smiles, but my attention was soon pulled back to Ichiji as he guided me through the hall, the sounds of our footsteps echoing in the otherwise quiet space.

"By ladies, take care!" I called out with a smile, waving goodbye as we exited the suite. Ichiji, ever composed, didn’t waste a second in turning his attention back to me, guiding me toward the grand door. The sunlight greeted us like an old friend, casting its warm rays over the castle grounds. The day was still bright, and I couldn’t help but think it must have been somewhere near the afternoon.

We stepped outside, the warmth of the sun on our faces, but before I could fully take in the fresh air, a loud cheer broke through the air. "Look, it’s Master Ichiji and his fiancée, seems well!" a soldier yelled, his voice carrying through the air. Suddenly, whistles and cheers erupted from the nearby soldiers, their admiration and energy clear as they looked upon us. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks, but Ichiji’s expression remained calm, his smirk still ever-present as he turned to face the soldiers.

Without a second thought, he cupped my chin and pulled me in for a soft, deliberate kiss on my forehead. The soldiers around us gasped, and the sound of "Awww!" rang through the crowd. It was like they’d seen a moment of something precious, something only a select few could witness.

"She is so good to him," a soldier said, wiping away a tear. His voice had a deep, almost reverent tone to it. It was a little overwhelming, but at the same time, it felt... strange to be in the center of all of this attention. It was like a strange dance that Ichiji and I had been pulled into.

"Long live Master Ichiji and his bride!" another soldier shouted in the distance, raising his hand in a salute.

The chorus of voices continued, growing louder with each passing second.

"Master Ichiji, how much do you love your bride?" another soldier called out, his voice filled with genuine curiosity. At that, a shower of rose petals suddenly began to fall from above, as if summoned by the sheer energy in the air. The petals fluttered around us, floating like a soft, colorful storm as the soldiers cheered even louder.

Ichiji’s arm tightened around me for a moment, drawing me closer to his side. His smirk was still in place, but I could see a flicker of something deeper in his eyes—pride, perhaps, or maybe something darker. His voice was steady, but there was an underlying intensity that made my heart race. "As much as anyone could, and more," he answered coolly, his words causing a stir among the soldiers, who cheered even more fervently at his declaration.

As the calicoat rolled smoothly along the pathway, the rhythmic motion seemed to make everything around me blur just a little. I turned my gaze toward the scenery, trying to force my mind to focus, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the heated moments between Ichiji and me.

Ichiji, who had been unusually quiet, leaned back against the seat, his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on me. "You're distracted," he said, his voice smooth, yet there was a hint of amusement in it. "What’s on your mind?" He tilted his head slightly, his piercing eyes studying me with an intensity that almost made it harder to think straight.

I hesitated for a moment before letting out a breath, trying to regain some composure. "I... just need to focus," I muttered, though my words didn't quite align with the tension I could feel in the air.

Ichiji chuckled softly, a quiet, almost predatory sound. "You’ve been distracted all day, Y/N. Is it that hard to focus, or is there something more?" His voice dropped to a near whisper, the weight of his question hanging heavily between us.

I bit my lip, trying to regain my thoughts. But somehow, the pressure of his gaze only seemed to pull me further into distraction. "It’s nothing," I said quickly, but my heart was racing, the air between us charged with a palpable energy. Ichiji’s smirk deepened as he moved closer, his gaze never leaving mine. There was something in his eyes—an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "It’s never nothing with you, Y/N," he said, his voice lower now, almost a whisper against the soft hum of the calicoat. He leaned in, and before I could respond, his lips brushed against my neck, the sensation sending an electric jolt through me. My breath caught in my throat as I involuntarily closed my eyes.

"I’ve been trying to focus too," he confessed softly, his lips still grazing my skin. "But it's hard to concentrate when every part of me wants you. I can’t deny it anymore." His voice was thick with longing, his hand reaching up to rest gently on my side, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of my waist.

I couldn’t find the words to reply as the warmth of his kiss spread through me, leaving me both stunned and breathless.

Ichiji’s lips brushed against my collarbone, his kiss lingering there for a moment before he pulled back slightly, his breath warm against my skin. The soft strands of his hair brushed against my neck, tickling me and making me giggle involuntarily. The sound seemed to amuse him, and a small, satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"You're laughing now, but just wait," he murmured, his voice low and teasing as his hand gently cupped my cheek. "I’m not done yet." Ichiji's hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer as the calicoat continued its steady movement. For a moment, everything else faded—just the warmth of his body against mine and the heat of his lips consumed me. I took the lead, my fingers trailing over his jaw, deepening the kiss as I felt him stiffen for a second before he regained his composure. His grip tightened on me, pulling me further into his lap.

He broke away with a harsh exhale, his forehead resting against mine as he tried to steady his breath. “Fuck, princess,” he muttered under his breath, his hands running through my hair as if he was trying to ground himself.

I couldn’t resist, my lips finding his cheek, brushing softly against his skin as I kissed his jaw, his neck, and back to his lips. Each kiss was an unspoken confession, each touch a promise that we were both too caught up to deny.

His breath hitched as I kissed his face, his hands gripping me tighter as if trying to contain the growing storm between us. The tension was unbearable, but neither of us pulled away. Instead, we clung to each other, the intensity of the moment echoing between the soft thrum of the calicoat’s ride and the rhythm of our hearts racing in unison.

Just then, the calicoat halted abruptly, throwing both of us off balance. I gasped as we fell forward, landing with a soft thud on the cushioned seat. Ichiji caught me instinctively, his arms wrapping around me as I tumbled on top of him, both of us momentarily stunned by the sudden stop.

For a second, there was a brief silence, before the heat of the moment returned. I found myself pressed against him, our faces only inches apart. His chest heaved beneath me, the rush of our earlier closeness still lingering in the air. I couldn’t help but smile slightly, the situation adding an unexpected thrill to everything that had just happened.

Ichiji’s lips curled into a smirk, though there was a certain sharpness to his eyes. "Clumsy, aren't we?" he teased, his voice low and filled with that familiar possessiveness.

I couldn’t help but laugh softly, feeling the playful tension between us once again. “Maybe just a little,” I replied, feeling my heart still racing as his hands gently slid down to my waist, the touch sending a wave of heat through me.

He leaned up slightly, brushing his lips over mine, a soft, lingering kiss that made everything feel even more electric. "This isn’t over," he murmured, his breath warm against my lips. "We’re just getting started."

Before I could respond, the voice of a soldier broke through the moment. "Master Ichiji, we have arrived."

Ichiji’s grip tightened around my hips for a split second, and then with a small, frustrated sigh, he pulled away, but not without giving me one last heated glance. He stood up, straightening himself, before opening the door and extending his hand to me. "Come on," he said, his voice low, still tinged with the intensity of the moment. "Let me drop you off at your room."

I took his hand, allowing him to guide me out of the calicoat. As we made our way toward the entrance, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of anticipation and nervousness, the air still thick with everything that had just passed between us. We walked side by side, the ground beneath our feet seeming to echo our unspoken tension.

Once we reached my room, Ichiji paused at the door, turning to me with a smirk. “I’ll see you at six o'clock, princess,” he said smoothly, starting to turn away.

But before he could leave, something surged within me—a need, an undeniable hunger. I reached out, grabbing his wrist and pulling him back toward me, the suddenness of it catching him off guard.

“Why don’t we get ready in my room?” I enticed, my voice softer now, the desire clear in my words. I could see the spark in his eyes, the way his gaze flickered with hunger as I leaned in, pressing a teasing kiss to his lips.

Ichiji’s breath hitched, his composure cracking just slightly under the weight of the moment. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” he asked, but his voice had a rough edge to it, betraying his own restraint, making it clear how much he wanted to give in.

I nodded, biting my lip as I met his gaze, feeling my heart race. “Bring your clothes, and let’s get ready here,” I whispered, my hand lingering on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath my palm. The tension between us was palpable, the space around us charged with unspoken promises and a thrill that made my pulse quicken.

Ichiji’s eyes darkened further, and for a moment, it felt as if the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of us suspended in that electrifying moment. But then, with a deep breath that seemed to ground him, he stepped back, breaking the spell. “Alright,” he said, the fire in his gaze unwavering as he turned to head out of the room.

The door clicked shut behind him, and I could hear the sound of his footsteps echoing in the hall, a reminder of the tension that still lingered in the air. I took a moment to collect myself, feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation build within me. This wasn’t just playful banter anymore; it felt like we were on the brink of something far more intense.

I shook my head, trying to make sense of everything. “What the hell are you thinking, Y/N?” I muttered to myself, feeling a mix of exhilaration and confusion swirling within me. Was I really flirting with danger? Did I want to push Ichiji, to challenge him? The thrill of the unknown tugged at me, but there was also a flicker of uncertainty.

I paced the room, my heart racing as I replayed our interaction in my mind. Ichiji's possessive nature was both intoxicating and intimidating. Did I really want to walk that line, to dive deeper into this chaotic dance we were doing? I couldn’t help but wonder how far I could take this, and if he would rise to the challenge or pull back, frustrated by my defiance.

I made my way to the shower, letting the hot water cascade over my body, the warmth sinking into my skin and washing away the tension from the day. As I stood under the stream, my mind wandered back to Luffy, Nami, and the rest of my crew. "Don’t worry, you guys... I’ll find a way to help," I promised in the silence, the heat soothing my muscles as the fruit-scented body wash foamed in my hands. The scent of peaches and berries filled the air as I lathered, scrubbing away the lingering traces of the afternoon.

I washed my hair, massaging the conditioner into every strand, the smooth sensation reminding me to stay grounded, stay focused. I carefully wiped away the makeup from today, the water clearing my skin until I felt like myself again—strong, determined, and unburdened. With one last rinse, I turned off the shower, feeling refreshed as I stepped out and wrapped myself in a soft towel.

As I moved into the room, I noticed a small note left on the table. My curiosity piqued, I picked it up and read it aloud to myself.

"Princess... Let’s meet at dinner instead. I want to make sure everything is perfect for us. —Ichiji"

I smirked, shaking my head. “So, he actually decided against it.”

There was a brief moment of amusement at his decision to keep a little distance—for now, at least. But I knew better than to underestimate him.

With a sense of anticipation, I turned toward the closet, scanning through the various gowns until one dress caught my eye. A stunning long gold gown, its neckline plunging daringly low while hugging my curves with a perfect fit. The back was completely open, the shimmering fabric catching the light as I held it up to my body. Perfect.

I slipped into the dress, feeling the luxurious fabric glide against my skin. The transformation was instant—where I had been casual, now I felt like royalty, the dress emphasizing every dip and curve, accentuating my confidence. I spritzed a light vanilla-scented perfume, the sweet aroma swirling around me as I took one last look in the mirror.

My gaze flickered to the thigh halter tucked discreetly in the drawer. I reached for it, strapping it once more around my thigh, hidden beneath the layers of golden fabric. The small blade tucked inside shimmered with a faint white hue, barely visible, but there—waiting. A quiet promise of the power I carried with me, no matter where I went.

I returned to the bathroom, carefully applying my makeup. A soft touch of blush to highlight my cheeks, a few strokes of mascara to lift my lashes, and bold black eyeliner that framed my eyes with a sharp, sultry edge. I finished with a mauve lipstick, the color deepening my lips into a tempting shade. My hair, left wavy, cascaded effortlessly down my back, complementing the boldness of the dress.

Finally, I stepped into my black strappy heels, their height adding just enough to my presence. I glanced once more in the mirror, feeling the power that surged within me—not just from the dress or the blade, but from the certainty of who I was.

As I opened the door, I noticed a soldier standing outside, stiff and formal, his armor gleaming under the hallway lights. He looked like one of the chess piece soldiers from earlier, his expression unreadable beneath the visor.

“I am to escort you to the dining hall, Princess,” he said, his tone respectful yet robotic.

I gave him a nod, a hint of a smile tugging at my lips. "Lead the way."

With each step, the anticipation built within me, my heart racing as I prepared to face whatever awaited in that dining hall. After a few minutes, a soldier pointed toward the entrance, and I took a sharp left turn.

There stood Ichiji, clad in a tailored black suit that emphasized his broad shoulders and fit physique. A vibrant red tie hung perfectly against the crisp white of his shirt, and he held a bouquet of deep red roses in one hand. His red-tinted shades glimmered in the candlelight, casting a soft glow over his sharp features.

As I stepped into the room, my gold dress shimmered with each movement, the fabric hugging my curves and accentuating my figure. The moment Ichiji spotted me, the roses fell from his grasp, petals scattering like forgotten promises on the polished floor. His mouth hung open, his eyes wide with awe and an unmistakable lust that sent a thrill coursing through me.

“Y/N,” he breathed, the name escaping his lips like a prayer. There was a raw intensity in his gaze, a possessiveness that made my heart flutter with excitement and a hint of nervousness. I took a step closer, my body practically magnetized to his, as I enjoyed the way his expression shifted, filled with a mix of surprise and hunger.

Ichiji then stepped closer, drawing my body to his, and a small gasp escaped my lips. He smirked, his eyes darkening with mischief. “You have no idea what I want to do right now,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling my skin as he kissed my neck, sending waves of heat through me.

“W-Well,” I stammered, trying to keep my composure despite the thrill of his touch. “Maybe we should save that for after dinner, don’t you think?” I offered, my voice teasing but my heart racing.

“Dinner?” Ichiji echoed, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze unwavering. “You think I can focus on food when you’re standing there looking like that?”

“Come on, Ichiji! I’m sure the food is delicious, and we can’t let it go to waste,” I said playfully, tilting my head as I tried to gauge his reaction. I then began to walk toward the table, eyeing everything in place, from the elegantly folded napkins to the glimmering silverware. Ichiji followed closely behind, his presence a steady warmth at my back.

He escorted me to where we would be sitting, pulling my chair back with a flourish. I glided myself into the seat, feeling the soft fabric of the cushion beneath me. Ichiji settled into the chair next to me, a piece of furniture fit for a king, emphasizing his commanding presence.

A bottle of champagne was brought to the table, the cork popping with a satisfying sound, and our glasses were filled. “A toast… to a wonderful evening,” Ichiji said, raising his glass. I clinked mine against his and took a sip, savoring the crisp bubbles that danced on my tongue.

“You know, Ichiji, I was thinking…” I said, slowly trailing my hand toward his, allowing my fingers to linger against his skin. There was a possessive spark in his gaze as he watched me, a mix of hunger and want that sent shivers down my spine.

“What would it be like if it was just the two of us… with no interruptions?” I let that idea linger in the air between us, watching as his breath hitched at the suggestion.

“Suddenly, I don’t want dinner,” Ichiji replied, rising to his feet and stepping closer to me, the space between us evaporating. Our bodies were nearly touching, and I could feel the heat radiating off him. He pulled me closer, his lips brushing against mine as he lowered his voice, thick with desire. “I want dessert,” he said, before pressing his lips against mine.

With a playful glint in my eye, I subtly bit his lip, eliciting a low groan from him as he gripped me tighter. The shift in power was intoxicating—this time, I was the one in control. I pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes, relishing the mix of desire and confusion swirling within them.

“I think we should save that for after the wedding, don’t you?” I said, my voice dripping with mischief as I toyed with the collar of his shirt. “After all, you’ve gone through all this trouble for dinner. Why not enjoy it first and see how things unfold?”

His brow furrowed, trying to process my words while desire flickered in his gaze, making my heart race. “You can’t just dangle that in front of me and expect me to focus on food,” he replied, a playful challenge lacing his voice.

“Why not?” I shrugged, leaning back against the table, my demeanor relaxed and teasing. “A little anticipation never hurt anyone. Besides, think of it as an appetizer to the real feast we could have later.” I leaned in closer, lowering my voice. “What’s life without a little bit of fun?”

Ichiji’s frustration was evident, but I could see him weighing my words. “You're impossible,” he said, though a smirk tugged at his lips, hinting at the thrill of the chase. I let go and began to make my way toward my chair, but Ichiji had other plans.

Before I could fully settle back, he swiftly pulled me to my feet, his hand finding its way to the small of my back. “You’re not getting away that easily,” he murmured, his voice low and tantalizing, almost a warning.

“Maybe I don’t want to get away,” I teased, gazing up at him with feigned innocence. “What are you going to do about it?”

Ichiji leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “If you keep this up, I might just take you right here, right now. Think about how much fun we could have under this table instead of dining,” he whispered, his possessiveness unmistakable, and the promise of his words sent a thrill down my spine.

“Well, doesn’t that sound tempting?” I replied, smirking as I was about to sit in my chair, but before I could settle, Ichiji pulled me toward his seat. My legs sprawled on each side of him, and he held me, keeping me from falling.

“A chair fit for a king,” I teased, my body pressed against his as I tried to wiggle a little. Ichiji groaned softly, the sound sending a rush of heat through me. I wiggled again, and his response was another low groan, almost desperate.

“Princess… please,” he said, his voice thick with restraint.

“What’s wrong, Ichiji?” I teased, my hand going to grip his shoulder before trailing towards the back of his head, scratching gently. I loved how he reacted, the way his breath hitched at my touch.

In a sudden move, Ichiji gripped me with one arm, lifting me as he stood, and with a swift motion, he scattered the plates and glasses from the table, the sound of shattering glass echoing around us. He laid me down on the table, the cool surface contrasting with the heat radiating from his body.

“Now, let’s see who’s in control here,” he said, his voice low and hungry as he leaned over me, his eyes darkening with desire. I could feel the power radiating from him, a magnetic force that drew me in even further. Ichiji pulled my legs closer to his waist, his warmth igniting a fire within me.

With a swift motion, he discarded his suit jacket and began to unbutton his shirt, revealing toned skin beneath. I couldn’t help but admire the sight, my heart racing with anticipation. In a teasing move, I pulled on his red tie, bringing him close to me as I captured his lips in a passionate kiss.

Our mouths moved in perfect harmony, the taste of him intoxicating as I continued to discard his dress shirt, tossing it aside without a second thought. I moaned into the kiss, the sensation heightening as his hands roamed my body, igniting every nerve ending with his touch. Despite the overwhelming pleasure, a small voice in the back of my mind screamed to get a hold of myself, but the heat of the moment was too intoxicating to resist.

Ichiji suddenly pulled away for a moment, his breath heavy and labored, as he deftly undid his tie. My heart raced with curiosity, watching as he expertly tied my wrists together with it, the fabric warm against my skin, adding an unexpected thrill to the moment.

“What are you planning?” I asked, my voice a mix of eagerness and challenge, my pulse quickening as he held my wrists firmly.

Ichiji smirked, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “Just a little fun, princess. Let’s see how you handle being at my mercy,” he replied, his voice smooth as silk, sending a shiver down my spine.

Before I could respond, Ichiji silenced me with a kiss, capturing my lips with a fervor that left me breathless. His grip was possessive as he held my hands above my head, the tie he had used a tangible reminder of his control over me. I felt his other hand slip down, gripping one of my legs and pulling it toward his waist, the heat of his body igniting a fire within me as he began to trail kisses down my neck.

Each soft touch sent sparks racing through my veins, building an intensity that made my heart race. Once he found my sweet spot, I couldn’t help but moan loudly, the sound escaping my lips before I could stop it. “Fuck, Ichiji,” I gasped, arching my back, surrendering to the sensations flooding my body. His hand tightened around my thigh, anchoring me in place as he continued to worship my neck with his lips, his breath hot against my skin.

“Just like that, princess,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with a primal hunger. “Let me hear you.” The way he spoke, so full of confidence and desire, only fueled my arousal further, making me crave more of him.

Suddenly, he pulled back slightly, his gaze mischievous as he reached for a tray sitting nearby. His fingers wrapped around an ice cube, and I watched, intrigued, as he brought it close. The cold glimmering against the dim light only heightened my anticipation. He traced the ice cube along my collarbone, the chill contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from his body.

I shivered at the sensation, the icy touch sending a jolt through me that was both thrilling and tantalizing. “What are you doing?” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper as the ice moved down my skin, leaving a trail of cold that made me ache for his warmth.

Ichiji smirked, his eyes darkening with intent as he continued to glide the ice cube across my skin. “Just making sure you remember who you belong to,” he replied, his voice smooth and dripping with desire. My hands were still tied, one of Ichiji’s hands holding me in place, the other tracing a path down my body.

Then, with a teasing flick of his wrist, he slid the ice cube inside my dress, resting it directly on my breast. The shock of the cold against my skin made me gasp as the cold began to seep through the fabric of my gold dress, a stark contrast to the warmth of his body so close to mine.

Ichiji’s eyes locked onto mine, a playful challenge glimmering in their depths. “Let’s see how long you can handle this,” he murmured, lowering his head to lick a trail along my collarbone, his tongue warm and inviting against the chill of the ice. Each sweep sent waves of sensation rippling through me, contrasting with the cold, igniting a fire that made me squirm against him.

His mouth moved lower, trailing kisses down the side of my breast where the ice rested, and the sensation was exquisite, pushing me closer to the edge of my desire. I arched my back, chasing the feeling as his lips met the damp fabric of my dress, teasingly pressing against me.

“Are you enjoying this, princess?” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin, a stark contrast to the ice. I could barely form a response, lost in the sensations flooding my body. My heart raced as the combination of heat and cold heightened my every nerve.

“Yes, Ichiji,” I finally managed to gasp, my voice breathless. “More… please.”

He chuckled, a low, deep sound that vibrated through me, and I could see the pleasure in his eyes at my surrender. With a wicked grin, he took the ice cube from my dress, his fingers brushing against my skin, and brought it back to my lips, his gaze daring me to take it. I opened my mouth instinctively, and he pressed the ice against my tongue, a rush of cold flooding my senses as he leaned in closer, claiming my lips once again.

Ichiji darkly laughed, his lips brushing against mine once more. “Now, about dessert…” he murmured, his body pinning me down on the table, creating an intoxicating mix of heat and urgency. I felt the weight of his body pressing against me, my leg hoisted around his waist, and the undeniable pressure of him against me sent my heart racing.

Just as I was losing myself in the moment, a familiar voice cut through the air like a knife. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Yonji’s teasing tone echoed in the dining hall as he strolled in, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.Ichiji's expression darkened immediately, his body tensing as he turned to face Yonji, his posture protective, yet filled with a simmering anger. "Get out," Ichiji snapped, his voice low and firm, but his eyes were cold with a warning.

Yonji raised an eyebrow, the mischievous glint in his eyes only growing brighter as he took in the sight before him. "Well, well," he said, his voice dripping with amusement, "Seems like my brother's been busy. I never thought I'd see the day when Ichiji gets so cozy with his bride-to-be." He paused, his grin widening as he took a slow step forward. "This certainly changes the dynamics, doesn’t it?"

My heart raced, the realization of the position we were in hitting me all at once. Ichiji’s tie still loosely held my wrist, my leg wrapped around him in an undeniably intimate way. I could feel the heat in my cheeks, mortified at being caught in such a vulnerable moment.

I couldn’t help but laugh awkwardly, trying to ease the tension, though it only seemed to add fuel to the fire. "Well, this is something," I muttered, glancing up at Ichiji, who was already glaring at his younger brother. I could practically feel the waves of frustration radiating from him.

Ichiji’s grip on me tightened, and he stood up, lifting me gently, his eyes locked onto Yonji’s. "This isn’t your concern," Ichiji growled, his voice sharp as he moved to put space between us, trying to shield me from Yonji's relentless teasing.

“Aw, come on,” Yonji continued, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Can’t a brother just check in on his sibling? I thought you were supposed to be charming her with your romantic dinner, not getting all handsy.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, the tension dissipating as Ichiji shot Yonji a warning look, his possessiveness bubbling beneath the surface. “Why don’t you mind your own business?” he retorted, but I could see the flush creeping up his cheeks, a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment.

“Fine, fine,” Yonji said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Just remember, you’re both still on the clock. The wedding’s tomorrow, after all.”

His words hung in the air, reminding me of the very reason we were in this elaborate chateau in the first place. This was my perfect excuse to make my exit. I smiled sweetly at Ichiji, relishing the way his expression shifted from desire to annoyance. “Well, it seems I should head back to my room before I cause too much trouble. I’m sure I’ll see you later tonight… or should we switch roles, and I meet you in your room?” I teased, knowing full well I planned to snoop around this chateau later.

Ichiji’s eyes darkened with possessiveness at the suggestion, a hint of frustration in his voice as he replied, “You don’t have to leave just because he showed up. I—”

“Don’t worry, Ichiji,” I interrupted, biting my lip to suppress a smile. “I’ll come back. I’m just… ensuring that I’m not caught causing any more scandal.”

“Oh, I see how it is,” Yonji chimed in, his grin widening. “You’re just going to leave him hanging like this? How cruel, Y/N. I’d say you’re breaking his poor little heart.”

“Shut up, Yonji!” Ichiji growled, his grip tightening on my waist, the possessiveness radiating from him as if he were silently claiming me all over again.

“Maybe I’ll tell the whole family about this little rendezvous,” Yonji teased, clearly enjoying his brother's discomfort. “Imagine the scandal at the wedding if they found out their charming groom couldn’t keep his hands to himself!”

“Try it, and I’ll make sure you regret it,” Ichiji shot back, but there was a playful glint in his eyes that suggested he wasn’t truly angry.

I stood up, the tension in the air shifting as I adjusted my dress and let the tie fall from my wrists, relishing the lingering sensation of Ichiji’s touch. “Guess I’ll see you both later,” I said, throwing a wink at Ichiji that promised more to come.

As I turned to leave, I heard Ichiji’s voice behind me, low and intense. “Don’t think for a second that I’ll forget this, Y/N.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I replied, a thrill racing through me as I walked away, the anticipation of what was to come leaving me breathless. But I was already gliding past Yonji, a playful smirk on my lips as I exited the dining hall, leaving the brothers to their bickering. The night was still young, and I had my own plans set in motion.

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