Marriage.

It wasn’t something you’d ever expected to experience—at least not like this, and certainly not so soon.

Yet here you were, seated stiffly at one of Big Mom’s infamous tea parties, surrounded by bizarre treats, eerie laughter, and a looming sense of obligation. Today wasn’t just another gathering—it was the day your marriage was being arranged.

To Perospero, her eldest son.

You had heard whispers about him—some called him sweet, others… not so much. You weren’t sure which version to believe, but judging by the sharp look he shot you from across the table, you were beginning to think the latter might be closer to the truth.

He leaned back in his chair, sneering slightly.

“Mama, what’s so special about this one?” he asked, his voice laced with sarcasm. “They seem pretty lickity-normal to me.”

You stiffened.

Big Mom leaned in and whispered something to him—not quite quiet enough. “They’re the child of a powerful samurai. The bloodline will make our family even stronger.”

Perospero’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. He gave a small nod, then stood from his seat with a dramatic flourish.

“Come,” he said, brushing cookie crumbs off his coat. “Let’s stroll through the gardens.”

You followed him reluctantly, the chatter and clinking tea cups fading behind you as the two of you stepped into the open air.

He glanced down at you as you walked side by side beneath the candy-colored trees. “You’re very lickity-lucky to be marrying the eldest son of Big Mom,” he said, licking his lips idly. “But don’t expect me to be all lickity-lovey-dovey with you.”

He paused, looking you over with a smirk.

“—Even if you do look sweet.”