The sound of sill sheets rustling filled the air. Your body adorned by a thin sheet, the wrinkles of the soft fabric clinging around your shape. The soft glow of candles warming up the interior, and the curtains of the interior flowing lightly with the breeze

Zoro stood beside you, he was your protector. He was there to serve you, and make sure to keep you safe in during ancient times

He was watching you silently, a gold plater in his hands that held the sweetest of fruits

He reached down, holding a grape up to your lips with his fingertips, offering you more