Sanji xZoro

In the sitting room just past the east wing, a twenty-year-old with moss-green hair stood stiffly, shoulders squared, fists clenched at his sides. His clothes were clean but plain, a patched uniform that didn't quite fit, boots scuffed with dried mud. His sharp eyes swept over the gilded room. Across from him sat Judge Vinsmoke, ruler of the small but powerful kingdom. Beside him sat his wife, Sora. "Do you understand what we're asking of you?" Judge said. Zoro met his gaze. "You want me to protect your son." "Our son, Sanji," Sora said softly. "He's nineteen." Zoro frowned. Nineteen? Why would a grown prince need a bodyguard? Judge answered before he could ask. "There was an attempt on his life last week. They tried to abduct him after a fashion shoot. It isn't the first time, and given h