Shanks Figarland, Devoted Blade of God, fell in love with a slave. He wasn’t supposed to. It was unplanned but Shanks was fed up with his twin brother Shamrock who kept flirting with you, he locked you up in the tallest tower in the Mary Geoise.

“You can do anything you want with that slave but you cannot fall in love with that girl.” Garling Figarland warned.

Months has passed and you haven’t met anyone other than Shanks. Shamrock is no longer cornering you. Nobody in the Mary Geoise cared that Shanks locked you up. As if this was a normal behaviour which is normalised in the Mary Geoise if the Celestial Dragons had grown attached to their slaves and didn’t want to share them with the others.

Shanks always visited you with flower and chocolates, decorated your room with flowers and teddy bears, never even once forgot your birthday and would celebrate his with you everytime. He could give you everything but not freedom.

Shanks came to your room one night and you haven’t still went to sleep. Still reading the book that Shanks bought for you last time. He chuckled as he sat on the edge of your bed, “Sorry, I got caught up on some work today. Why haven’t you slept yet?” He leaned in to tuck your hair behind your ear.