A/N: This is an AU set in a fantasy country. It is ZoSan, and eventually there will be smut, and then angst, lots of angst. I hope you enjoy it, and I'm unsure of how long this will be but I will attempt to make it fairly long.

Based off of the prompt by otpprompts on tumblr.

Imagine Person A is royalty, betrothed to someone they don't love (NoTP). Person B is their personal servant, and is secretly in love with A. Shortly before the night of a grand ball, B discovers that A has never had the time to learn how to dance. B agrees to teach A, so they won't make a fool of themself in front of a huge crowd. When it comes time to teach the Waltz, B can't keep the secret any longer and confesses. What happens next is up to you.

Glass

"We don't always break, sometimes we shatter."

An array of different servant girls flitted around Prince Zoro Roronoa's room, cleaning up his usual nightly mess of leaving clothes scattered so he could fall into his bed. A sharply dressed woman entered the room, not bothering to knock, and the room became silent as she surveyed the room. When she spotted the noticeable, yet odd, green hair of the one and only Prince, she plastered a smile on her serious face.

She bowed, dark hair tied up, although strands fell into her face. She had a sharp nose, and cold eyes, but her smile was seemingly friendly. Robin Nico was a servant, working under the scholars of the castle, and was a close friend of another servant, Luffy D. Monkey, who only had to work in the castle until his grandfather decided to let up his punishment.

Zoro and Robin, well, they weren't exactly friends, per say, but he knew her well enough to somewhat trust her. "Miss Nico, what do you need?" He questioned, golden eyes staring into her own.

"Your highness, I have been sent by your father, his Royal Majesty, to inform you that he must speak with you immediately."

"What is this about, Miss Nico?" Zoro didn't particularly enjoy speaking to his father one way or another, the man wasn't his favorite person in the world, but he did respect him, as he was a very powerful swordsman, and could easily cut his son down. He'd done it before, long ago.

"I'm not sure, but his Majesty said it was urgent. Come along."

Sighing, Zoro straightened his clothes, and soon followed after her, making sure to keep a respectable distance behind her. He didn't want any servant girls, or even boys, to spread gossip around that he had a fling going with Robin Nico. A certain cook and personal servant of his would have his head for having relations with such a "beautiful flower".

Surprisingly, he hadn't heard a thing of Sanji that day. The man must be helping out in the kitchen with the castle's cook, Zeff. Zoro would have to speak with Sanji about that, it wouldn't do for him to not have his personal servant on hand.

After what felt like forever, they reached the door that led to his father's office. Robin opened the door for him, and he entered, bowing to his heard the door shut behind him, and when he looked up, the sharp, almost hawk-like eyes of his father pierced through him.

"Zoro, son, we need to discuss the fact that you have yet to bring a wife home."

"But father, I don't want to marry, not yet-" Zoro started, until he was interrupted.

"I don't care what you want, Zoro. You'll be twenty in a few months, and my son needs to at least have one wife on his arm by that time. And, since you won't choose your own wife, I have taken the liberty to contact an old friend of mine, He is sending his daughter over from Alabasta, and you will marry her. She should arrive in exactly four to five days, and when she does, you will get along with her, and you will be respectful to her. Also, your engagement party will be in two weeks."

Mihawk Dracule tapped his fingers on the desk, obviously thinking, so Zoro did not interrupt his thought process. "That should give you enough time to get to know her, and to marry her before your birthday. You will do this, son. Do you understand me?"

Zoro nodded, keeping his mouth shut. He had no choice but to obey. The man was his father, and he was the king. Since this was an arranged marriage, the prince had no choice but to go through with any marry her. If he didn't, it would ruin any sort of alliance or friendship they had with the country Alabasta.

"Any questions?" Mihawk asked.

"Just one, what's her name?" Zoro shifted, looking up finally to meet his father's cool and level gaze.

"Vivi Nefertari."

The first thing Zoro had done once he was done speaking with his father, he'd gone out to the sword training area. He'd used three swords to practically destroy everything he could. He was angry, so fucking angry, at his father for setting him up like that.

He didn't even know Vivi, but he already hated her.

Once he was finished with his angry phase, he then went into a stoic, disheartened phase, anger melting away into emptiness and the question of "why?"

Zoro put his swords away, and went back to his wing of the castle. His office, bedroom, bathroom, servant's room, and small library were all there. First, he went into the office and looked at his own swords, hung up in a glass case, looking absolutely beautiful.

He smiled sadly. "Guess what, Kuina? I'm getting married... And I don't even love this woman."

Kuina had been his childhood friend, and the closest thing he'd had to a sister. They'd been rivals, but also best friends. It reminded him of his current relationship with her personal servant, although he'd be disgusted with himself if he even considered Sanji his brother. The man was something else all together, something better, more emotion went into spending time with him than anything.

Shutting his eyes, Zoro breathed in and out, smelling the faint smell of cigarette smoke. He opened them again, and followed the scent, until he was knocking on his servant's quarters. He could always just barge in, he was the master, but he didn't want to end up with a shoe up his ass again if he interrupted the blond servant with another servant girl.

He heard a faint grunt and then the door opened with a creak, a blond head peeking out, cigarette in mouth. Sanji looked at him with a bright blue eye, curly eyebrow twitching in annoyance.

Zoro smirked, distracted from his dilemma. "Sanji, you always seem to forget that I'm your master, and you're my servant." He didn't mind much, he liked it when people didn't treat him like a prince, or some holier than thou person. It made him feel fairly normal.

The blue orb rolled and Sanji scoffed, taking a deep drag from his cigarette. "Do you need me to run you a bath? Bring you some food? Wash your clothes?" He asked, leaning in the doorway as he watched Zoro, nothing being given away in his one showing eye.

"Can we just talk?"

Sanji snorted. "By talk, you mean get drunk and play shitty card games that you always win right?"

Zoro nodded, and the cook-slash-personal-servant moved out of the way, allowing the green-haired prince in. He shut the door behind him and went to his secret stash of alcohol. "What'll be your poison tonight?"

"Anything, just get me drunk."

"Will do."

Sanji couldn't help but let out a tiny, drunken giggle when the tower of cards fell over on top of Zoro, his master. He snickered, enjoying the fact that his own card tower was doing well and still staying up. As if to spite him, Zoro reached out to knock the blond's cards over. The cook blinked slowly, unsure of what just happened, before he looked up, annoyed.

"Asshole, why'd you do that?!" He hissed, eyebrow twitching. Zoro seemed fascinated by it, and Sanji felt a blush rise on his face, making his already light pink cheeks turn a deep shade of red. He ducked his face, trying to hide it.

He had yet to confess his feelings towards the green-haired man, and he probably would never, not if he wanted to keep his head. It was a touchy subject, for a servant to develop feelings beyond servitude for their masters. Friendship was permitted, but love? From a man? No way would that slip by.

It wasn't unheard for a royal to take a servant to their bedchambers for a night of pleasure, but surprisingly, the blond had never seen Zoro take anyone, let alone a servant, to his bed.

Tilting his head back, Sanji gulped down his glass of cheap wine, shutting his eyes to forget his feelings, even for a few moments

Zoro coughed, and the blond looked up, blinked when he noticed a serious look on the man's face. He shifted and set the cup down, taking the posture of a loyal servant immediately.

"I...I haven't...told anyone...yet..." Zoro seemed to collect his words. "...that...'m to be...married before...my twentieth...birthday..."

The blond servant already knew this, the prince always came to his room to get drunk, be it morning, afternoon, or night, whenever his father brought up the subject.

"...'m to be married...jus' before...my birthday...to some...shitty princess..."

What? Did he hear that right? Just the thought made his heart, and he wanted to curl up to think, but he was unable. He had company, the prince, as a matter of fact, and the man he was in love with.

"R-really?" He said questioningly, pouring himself another glass of wine. He wanted to get smashed now, no, he desperately needed to. He'd know that this was going to happen eventually, but by then Sanji had hoped he'd have been able to get over his feelings for Zoro.

"Mhm...and 've never met the bitch!" Zoro groaned and his head slammed onto the table with a loud crack. Sanji winced for him. "...I don't lo...ve 'er, so why do...I gotta marry 'er?"

"I'm...sorry..." That was really all he could say. He couldn't tell the man to go against the king's wishes, or that maybe he'd fall for her. No, if that happened, Sanji would have been absolutely heart broken.

Zoro laughed bitterly, and looked up at Sanji. "...this sucks..."

The latter, well, he had to agree. The man he'd been pining for since he'd met him was getting married, and relatively soon. It was a lot to take in.

It wasn't that he'd remained chaste for Zoro, oh no, he'd taken the time to experiment with men and women alike, although he'd made sure to keep his male lovers on the down low. He didn't need anybody discovering that he swung both ways, especially not if his master was against it. If he was, Sanji would either be reassigned (unlikely), or executed for bringing homosexuality near the king's son and somehow seducing him (likely).

Breathing deeply, Sanji stood and rounded the small table that they'd been sitting at. "Come on...lemme get ya back to your room...can't have you falling asleep here again..."

The prince just shrugged and allowed his servant to help him out of the blond's room and into his own. He led the greenette to his bed, letting him lay down.

"...help me...get these clothes off...they're annoying," grumbled Zoro, a drunken whine in his voice. Nodding, the cook helped him out, removing the shirt first, and ignoring the urge to touch those well-defined and chiseled chest, along with that long, gnarled scar that crossed his chest. Sanji then helped removed the prince's pants, leaving his underwear on, as he didn't need to see something that he'd wanted to touch for years.

He sighed and cover Zoro in the blanket. "Sleep well, your highness," he said softly.

"G'night..."

Sanji left the room, and went to his own room to sulk for the night and heal his hurt heart with alcohol. This just sucked.

Zoro felt the seamstress poke and prod him with needles, fixing and making sure the suit he wore was well-fitting. It looked good in the mirror, and by the way his personal servant was staring, it must look good in real life. Recently, he'd started to notice the longing looks sent his way whenever the blond thought he wasn't looking or paying attention.

When the seamstress finished up, she casually patted his behind before smirking, firey-orange hair falling in her face. "Pay up, your highness." She smirked, and Zoro sighed, having known that she would pull this shit. He'd made sure to have the money, plus a little extra. She always, always, added interest on her prices.

He handed off the money, and watched as she counted it. She shoved the money into the front of her dress, bowed, and practically floated from the moon. Money signs were in her eyes as she shut the door behind her, leaving Sanji and Zoro alone.

The prince looked at Sanji, and oh-so casually checked him out, taking in the black suit, along with the deep blue tie that matched the man's eyes. The way the suit culpted his body and showed off his lean, long legs that seemed to go for miles, Zoro counted himself lucky that this man was his personal servant, and not some stuffy guy or an annoying girl.

Zoro rubbed the back of his neck.

"What, are you nervous, eh, Prince Marimo?" His servant asked him, smirking at him, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and taking some matches, lighting up.

"Not really...but I don't know how anybody expects me to dance..."

"You mean you, a fucking prince, can't dance? What, do you get lost on the dance floor?" The blond smirked at him, and puffed on his cigarette.

Zoro shook his head, blushing slightly at having to explain that he'd never exactly been taught to dance.

Sanji sighed loudly and moved close to the green-haired man. "I don't know many dances, but I do know the waltz. Zeff taught me, so I could dance with some pretty servant girls while you rich bastards dance in the ballroom. Wanna learn?" He tilted his head to the side, blue eye looking as if it could see into Zoro's soul.

"Sure, you're not my personal servant for nothing. Teach me everything you know."

Nodding, Sanji took Zoro, and smirked. "You'll lead, but I'm still teaching you. Now, envision a box and start counting, it'll make it a whole lot easier on you."

The greenette did as he was told, and soon they were doing the dance step-by-step. Every now and then, Zoro would accidentally step on Sanji's pristine black shoes, and the man would curse at him, but he still was patient and taught him.

It took a while, but eventually he got the hang of it, grinning as he and Sanji danced, turning every now and then. There was no music, of course, so the only sounds were his and the blond's breathing. He didn't mind much, though, and he concentrated on it, until finally Sanji wretched himself away, breathing deeply, a red blush staining his cheeks.

Zoro was confused. "What's wrong? Did I mess up?"

The cook shook his head, and the blush never left. "You're a natural, must be the blue blood running in your veins..."

"Then why are your cheeks red?"

"You...you naive bastard," hissed Sanji, and he got in Zoro's face, anger flashing across his face, before he calmed himself down. The man seemed to be considering something, and the prince stayed quiet.

His servant's head thumped against his chest. "You're...such a fucking dumbass..." He pulled away, and seemed resolute, as he carefully said, "I...like you, marimo."

"Hm? I like you too, if I didn't, I wouldn't be putting up with you being so rude."

"Oh my god...I mean I like you. Like, uhm...love."

"...huh?"

"Like this, you fucker," Sanji said angrily, and he grabbed the front of Zoro's suit, smashing their lips together, which sent a shock wave through the prince, and his eyes fell shut, unsure what he should do.

He really hadn't expected that, but when Sanji pulled away, releasing his shirt, he realized that he'd liked it. "...sorry. I shouldn't have done that, or said anything. Forget I said that..."

Zoro had considered Sanji in that way, but up until recently, he'd never thought the man would be interested him. "You mean...? You..."

"Yeah."

Before he realized what he was even doing, he'd grabbed the back of Sanji's head and kissed him deeply, this time taking over the kiss. He pried his lips open with his tongue, and slid it inside, tasting and mapping out the inside of the blond's mouth.

As they kissed, for once, Zoro truly did lose himself, and he felt relieved. He couldn't say that he loved his servant, he didn't want to get his hopes up, but he did like him, even a little bit. He pulled away, breathing harshly, and the blond tilted his head.

There was a knock at the door, before either of them could say anything, and they quickly separated. The door opened, and in came the Princess Vivi, with her blue hair and a beautiful face.

"I was told we should go to the ballroom together." She slowly sent Sanji a look, before smiling at Zoro. "Come on, your highness."

The green-haired prince hadn't been able to say anything, before he was whisked from the room, walking with the princess, hand in hand.

His only thought was, poor Sanji.

A/N: This is just chapter one, and I swear it'll get better. Thanks for sticking around and reading! :)