Sanji watches the celebrations intently, his cigarette dangling between his lips as the subjects of his kingdom dance around in honor of his birthday.

However, his eyes continue to land upon the figure of the major's child, you, as you smile and glide on the dance floor with another noble from the north blue.

You, who always has a remark waiting for Sanji and his persistent demands, the person who's not a royal but Sanji wants to make you one.

He hates you, but he wants you, as his. Only his.