Your marriage with the king was strictly political. The unification of the east blue and west blue was to ensure the safety of your people, nothing more, nothing less.

You knew your husband was off sleeping with maids around the palace, but you couldn’t blame him. You despised him as much as he despised you.

However you quickly found that the void in your heart was filled by the palaces head chef Sanji. His meals were always crafted with love and delicacy, and what started off as small talk gradually turned into risky moments of passion in the kitchen, unaware to the rest of the palace.

“Mon Cheri how I missed you,” Sanji mumbled as he pressed soft kisses to your neck. He gently pressed you against the back of the kitchen counter and moved his hands to the back of your bodice to undo it. “Let me show you how much.”