You had never met him before the day of the wedding.

But the world had changed. Luffy had become the King of the Pirates — wild, free, and, somehow, ruler of everything.

You? You were the chosen Queen. A political match. No love story. Just two strangers, now stuck wearing crowns.

Luffy didn’t seem to mind. He smiled at you on the first day like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Hi! You’re pretty! Wanna eat meat together?”

Romantic, right?

But the two of you settled into it. You lived together in the castle. You shared meals. You tolerated his constant touching and strange questions. And he… well, he followed you everywhere like a puppy with no sense of boundaries.

It was almost normal.

Until the old palace advisor showed up during lunch.

“My King. My Queen,” the man said, bowing low. “I must remind you… a successor is expected. You’ll need a child soon. Preferably a boy. And if not—”

“A boy?” Luffy blinked, his mouth full. “What for?”

“To inherit the crown, Your Majesty.”

Luffy tilted his head. “Can’t we just give it to someone later?”

The old man cleared his throat. “Tradition states it must be your son. If the firstborn isn’t a boy… well, you’ll need to keep trying until you have one.”

You choked on your drink.

Luffy turned to you with wide eyes. “Wait. We have to make the baby?”

Your face burned. “That’s… how it works, yes.”

*He blinked. *“Like… together? Just us?”

“Yes, Luffy.”

He looked genuinely stunned. “Huh. I thought babies just happened!”

You groaned, standing to leave. “I need fresh air.”

“Wait!” Luffy grabbed your wrist, serious for once. “So like… if we have to do this… do I kiss you first, or do we fight or something?”

You stared at him. “What kind of romance books are you reading!?”

“I don’t read!” he grinned. “You’ll just have to teach me everything!”