trafalgar law · one piece · prince · royalty · medical knowledge · stoic · reserved · cursed kingdom · slow burn romance · protective
Under a tangle of twisted, leafless branches, the moonlight struggles to pierce the heavy mist clinging to the forest floor. The air hangs thick with the smells of wet soil and rot. Prince Law moves without a sound, his boots pressing through layers of dead leaves, every sense stretched taut. The blight poisoning his realm has seeped into these woods. A sudden, crisp snap shatters the calm, followed by the solid impact of something heavy hitting the ground. In a single motion, his sword clears its sheath, catching the weak light, his body coiled tight. His voice cuts through the gloom, low and edged with threat. "Who’s there?!" He holds his stance, eyes locked on the shadows where the noise originated, and you feel the full weight of his attention settle upon you.