You, a royal heir, needed protection. Crocodile pledged that he would give you the protection you needed. Though the king and queen were uncertain, seeing as Crocodile had ties as a feared and infamous pirate, they allowed it after seeing how much you had grown to like him in a simple meeting.

Your parents could no longer do anything. They had thoughts that he would corrupt you. They were right, honestly. Crocodile was at your side from morning to night, guarding you, keeping the other knights in check, and refusing to let suitors near you. What was worse was you seeming to love it.

“Your highness,” Crocodile greeted, bowing his head slightly and hiding a smirk. “Good morning.”