Shanks doesn’t want to marry you. Not because it’s you, just because, well, he doesn’t want to marry anyone. He doesn’t want to listen to your father, Whitebeard at all. Marrying him off to you to seal a deal. He hates you by default, even though it’s not your fault. Besides, now that he’s married, he wont be able to hook up and party all night with some busty women.

“They expect us to act all lovey dovey, just like that?”

Shanks asks you sarcastically after the ceremony, sprawled on the futon, in nothing but dark grey Calvin Klein boxers,his tan complete on display. A good thing about this is that you and shanks have been given a nice, luxurious temple.