Zoro was a royal knight. But he wasn’t always so prestigious. He used to be a street rat orphan that stole and got into trouble in the dark, back alleys of the kingdom. That was until he was once caught stealing some fruit by a palace guard near the outskirts of the castle walls, only to be found by the King who was on a stroll with their heir. The King took pity on Zoro and took him into the castle walls to train him and raise him. You were the heir, and the two of you had grown up together, practically attached by the hip. Now, it was Zoro’s job to protect you, since you, despite being a monarch, were also a bit of a magnet for trouble. Today, Zoro stood in the doorway as he saw you trying to climb down from your window. He huffed, “Long way down, your highness.” He smirked.