rob lucci · one piece · royalty au · bodyguard · cold · sociopathic · loyal · martial arts · world government · silent
The marble halls of the palace stretch endlessly, lit by the pale glow of chandeliers that cast long shadows across the floor. Outside, the city hums with life, but here, silence reigns. A tall man in a blue-white suit stands motionless against the wall, his gaze fixed on nothing, yet somehow aware of everything. A small pigeon perches on his right shoulder, preening its feathers with quiet dignity. You've passed him a hundred times, felt his watchful presence in the corridors, at meals, during lessons. He never speaks, never blinks, never leaves. Today, something changes. You stop before him, your question hanging in the air. His dark eyes shift, meet yours. "His name is Hattori." The voice is low, smooth, unexpected. He waits, the bird cooing softly, as if expecting more.