Chapter 8.
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The sun was high in the bright blue cloudless sky of London, its warm rays warming every citizen to their bones as they browsed through the stalls that were laid out, selling everything from purses to clothes and even food.
It was here that Ussop was teaching Sabo to bargain, having already got three good deals on materials in which to repair the Thousand Sunny from Luffy and Ace's recent wrestling match. Since Zoro had given Nami the bank card, the group had more than enough money to spend, but due to Nami's careful banking skills, they didn't go spending things rashly.
Just as Ussop finished paying and placed the bag of nails in his satchel, a scream went up followed by the crash of at least two stalls. Sabo gripped his lead pipe as both he and Ussop turned towards the sound. The screams turned into multiple screams as stalls were upturned.
Seeing a flash of bone, a shot of blue fire and the glimpse of blonde hair rising up from the stairs leading to Covent Garden's underground, Ussop started to panic. "Oi, Oi! Sabo, get out of here! Go back to base via Baker Street, make sure no one follows you and get at least three of the others over here. Stay at the base when you get there, go!" He panicked, grabbing Kabuto shoving a bag of pellets into his pocket before hurriedly shoving his satchel over Sabo's shoulders.
"Hey! I can fight!" Sabo protested angrily, gripping his lead pipe even harder as another round of screams went up.
"Not these guys. Not yet. GO!" He yelled, shoving him in the direction of the way back to the base.
With that, Ussop turned and unleashed a smoke pellet at the stalls. As it made impact, the smoke billowed out instantaneously. Seizing his chance, Ussop ran around all of the stalls and ushered people away. "No, no. Leave it!" He ordered when people tried to take their stuff. "You can come back for it afterwards when it's safe. If you want to live, run!"
Once he had managed to evacuate everyone, he turned back to the black figures that were still stumbling around in the smoke with angry curses as they walked into one another. Swallowing nervously, Ussop took aim and fired an explosive pellet into the midst, knowing that once it made impact, the smoke would clear and he would be revealed. "BACK OFF OUR TERRITORY." He yelled bravely with his knees knocking together, watching as he heard Vivi and Tashigi scream in pain as the pellet exploded near them.
The smoke then cleared, and Ussop's eyes widened in horror as he noticed that the entire Kali group minus one was assembled, all of them armed to the teeth. Sanji blew out a puff of his cigarette and gestured towards Ussop with it. "You know, I'd have thought that since the marimo had mysteriously disappeared, his lackeys would have disbanded or quarrelled amongst one another."
"We would never abandon each other. And Zoro hasn't disappeared!" Ussop shouted back, aiming another pellet at Sanji just in case.
Pulling the corner of his lips downwards momentarily, Sanji held his hands out. "Well where is he then?" He asked. "ZORO?" He called out, making his followers start to laugh. "ZORO ARE YOU THERE? WHERE ARE YOU ZORO? HAVE YOU NOTICED I'M TAKING OVER YOUR TERRITORY YET?"
Saying nothing, Ussop gulped and his grip on Kabuto wavered a little.
"Look at you! Still desperately clinging on to what territory you have left." Sanji laughed, taking a step forwards.
"Don't you dare take another step into our territory." Ussop warned.
Sanji raised his curled eyebrow. "What...like this?" He questioned, taking another step forwards. He cursed as the cigarette was shot out of his hands by a hard pellet, grazing his fingers slightly. Sighing in boredom, he lit another cigarette and inhaled for a moment before exhaling the smoke.
Pushing himself up into a handstand, Sanji quickly arched his body over and over again as he travelled across the ground at quite a speed, catching Ussop by surprise as he found Sanji directly infront of him, crouched towards the floor. Moments later Sanji kicked him hard in the gut, sending Ussop flying backwards into one of the jewellery stalls that collapsed under his weight, some of the jewellery breaking and sticking into his bare back like glass.
Snorting contemptuously, Sanji took another drag of his cigarette. "We will take over this city. And there is nothing you can do to stop it you pathetic fucking rat."
Nodding his head to his group, they turned and started walking, smirking and laughing as they heard screams of terror and the slamming of doors echo down the street that they came to first.
Weakly standing up, Ussop fitted an explosive pellet into Kabuto and took careful aim at the clothes lines that hung above the houses. Releasing the pellet, he watched as the clothes line fell and entangled both Kidd and Franky as they fell over. He grinned in victory that was short lived.
Moments later a knife came flying out of Vivi's hand, her aim proving true as it slammed into his chest plate with the force of a bullet. Ussop's breath caught in his throat in shock and pain. His eyes flickered as his grip on Kabuto tightened, listening to Vivi's delighted yell that was enhanced by Sanji's laugh and flirting with her, complimenting her on her good aim.
He collapsed to his knees, the light of the sun dimming in his eyes. Watching as Sanji's gang disappeared down the street he coughed, blood erupting from his throat and splattering the floor. Groaning in pain, he used Kabuto to drag himself over to a nearby section of low wall, leaning his back against it as he struggled to breathe.
About five minutes later, his blurred vision saw people warily coming back out into the wrecked stalls of Covent Garden, salvaging what they could. One of them, a young man, came up to him and knelt beside him. "U-Ussop-san? Why is Sanji here? Wh-Where's Zoro?" He asked.
Painfully, Ussop spoke slowly. "Zoro is away. He will return. Sanji is trying to...claim our area. Don't worry..." He breathed. "Zoro will...Return."
A yell of alarm suddenly sounded out along with the sound of hooves. "USSOP!" Came Chopper's panick-stricken voice. "Ahhhhhh! AAACCEEE! WE NEED A DOCTOR!"
Ace's voice sounded far away as he replied. "Chopper...You are a doctor."
There was a silence. "Oh yeah." Came the response. "Move! Let me attend to him! Please!" Chopper cried, his little doctor bag hitting the pavement beside Ussop.
"Shit." Ace stated as he saw the knife protruding from Ussop's chest plate. "Shit. Shit. SHIT." He cussed, running a hand down his face as he turned away for a moment and then turning back. "Chopper. Please tell me that knife is not close to his heart."
"It isn't." Chopper's slightly relieved voice came back. "But it's lodged in his chestplate and he is losing blood fast. We need to get Thatch. He's the only one with his blood type and Ussop's going to need a blood transfusion. Have you got the den-den mushi?"
"Yeah, right here. I'll tell them that we're coming back and-"
"No, he can't be moved. Do that and he might die even...faster." Chopper reasoned, tears filling his eyes as he trailed off.
"How long will he have?" Ace asked, trying to keep factual about it and not upset Chopper any more.
"About five minutes at the most. If he wants to get here on time he'll need to take the underground from Baker Street." Chopper answered.
Ace nodded as he pulled out the den-den mushi and began making the urgent call back to base. Meanwhile, Chopper was surprised as Ussop lifted his hand and took Chopper's hoof. "It was Vivi..." He gasped.
"Ussop, don't tal-"
"No, Chopper." He coughed obstinately. "Sanji is...taking over the...territory. He's moving further...west."
Chopper's eyes went wide and he stilled in fear at the information. "Wh-Wh-What? Ussop, is he-"
Ussop didn't hear the rest of the question as the world went black.
As weird as it sounded, Zoro couldn't wait to get back to work. Once his shoulder had healed, Shanks had made him stay in his room for an extra few hours just to make sure that it got a good rest. He'd grumbled about it, but from the look Shanks had given him when he had tried to peek out of the door to room 221, he had sulkily retired to his bed, ending up sleeping through the hours anyway.
So when he was allowed out of his room, he put his three gold earrings in straight away, not caring that Mihawk had repeatedly told him to not wear them.
He'd had nothing important to do, seeing as he wasn't trusted with any paperwork, and he still wasn't allowed outside of headquarters yet which meant that he couldn't go and see Balthazar. So when he passed a grim looking Shanks in the kitchens, his curiosity peaked.
"Oi, Shanks." He called, ignoring the look he was sent that was supposed to make him correct it to Shanks-sensei, or Shanks-sama. "What's up?" He asked. "You're looking pretty moody for a guy that's normally quite happily drunk on sake."
Shanks rolled his eyes. "Now I know who keeps stealing it from my secret stash."
"Not that secret." Zoro grinned. "Now what's up?"
"The interrogation of the princess's attacker isn't going too well. He's very stubborn." Shanks sighed. "Won't tell us anything aside from his name. He knows that without permission from the head agent, we're not allowed to torture him for information. And I haven't as yet been able to get in touch with Mihawk because he's working a long shift at the palace to make up for your absence." He explained.
"What's his name?" Zoro asked.
"Helmeppo apparently." Shanks shrugged.
Immediately Zoro's face darkened. "Is that so?" He murmured, slowly sheathing and unsheathing one of his katanas repeatedly. Without saying anything more, he turned away and headed for the interrogation rooms, having remembered when he'd been held in there himself when he'd first been brought in.
Frowning, Shanks followed him. "Zoro? Where are you going?" He asked.
"To get information." Zoro scowled.
"You can't hurt him Zoro, it's against the law-"
"Which I broke for four years. Give me a break. " Zoro snapped, opening the door to the room and locking it behind him once he was inside.
Much like he remembered, there was a chair in the centre of the room with a table a little in front of it. The light dangled precariously from the ceiling above the chair, reflecting off of the one way mirror that was on the wall, of which Zoro knew that Shanks would be cursing on the other side of, waiting to see what Zoro would do.
"Who's there?" Helmeppo called out from where he was tightly bound the the chair, his arms looking almost painfully roped to the arm-rests of the wooden chair. "I'm not telling you anything." He added. "You only know my name, not who I am or what I do!"
"Oh really?" Zoro asked, slowly wandering around to stand in front of him, his eyes alight with a dark fire.
Helmeppo's words died on his lips, and his eyes went wide with fear, his whole body starting to tremble. "R-Roronoa Zoro.."
"Helmeppo." Zoro returned. "I do believe I know you as a part of the Kali gang. Still serving under Sanji then?"
"H-He...We thought you were-"
"What, dead?" Zoro asked, raising an eyebrow. "Bitch please. I wouldn't let myself be killed by a handful of agents." Helmeppo remained silent, vainly trying to pull at the ropes that held him. "There's absolutely no use in that." He remarked. "You're not as strong as I am."
"You got out of this?" Helmeppo asked. "To do what, become a government dog? H-how did you even survive the agent atta-"
"I'LL...be asking the questions." Zoro yelled, making Helmeppo shrink back into his chair in fear as Zoro loomed over him a little. "So..first things first. How did you get into the palace?"
The skinny blonde man shook his head, to which Zoro smirked a little. "We can make this a lot harder you know, so if you tell me now..." He left the threat hanging. Still shaking his head, Helmeppo defiantly pursed his lips.
Shrugging, Zoro stood back up to his full height. Helmeppo stilled in fear as he felt a cold sweat start up. Seconds later, he screamed in pain as Zoro's katana flashed upwards and sliced a thin diagonal papercut into his lips. Unable to clap his hands to them to pressurize them, Helmeppo tugged at his bonds uselessly.
"As I said, you might want to loosen your tongue." Zoro stated.
"Th-th-they can't..You're not a-allowed to hurt me without-"
"Without permission from the head agent. Yeah I know." Zoro cut him off. "But who do you think I am. Hmm? I DON'T GIVE A FUCK." He shouted. "Besides, whatever they do to me afterwards would be worth it."
Whining through his stinging lips, Helmeppo shook his head.
"So do yourself a favour. Tell me. How the fuck, did you get into the palace?" Zoro asked once more, leaning in slightly so that he was face to face with the man.
Wordlessly, Helmeppo spat the blood from his lips into Zoro's face. Wiping the blood off of his face as he stood up straight again, Zoro smirked. "Really now, you should have spat it onto the sword. That way it could join the rest of your blood."
Helmeppo started screaming as the katana sliced into his left arm, creating a line across his wrist. But that was just the first, as the katana sliced at least ten times, about halfway up to Helmeppo's elbow before he started to scream words. "THE SUIT!"
Zoro didn't stop straight away. He added the final few up to Helmeppo's elbow before stopping. "What was that?" He asked, glaring at Helmeppo pointedly. "I want it in detail."
His body trembling with the pain and want to be free so that he could nurse his arm, Helmeppo began talking. "Th-the suit. D-Dressing up as an agent is simple enough...b-b-black attire and walking into the palace. Th-they stop you until you say th-that you're one of the MI5 agents, and then they didn't qu-question it."
Hoping that Shanks was taking note of the information from behind the mirror, Zoro ploughed on with his next question. "Why did you go after Princess Robin?" He questioned.
After no immediate answer, he started on the other arm, making Helmeppo scream horrednously as Zoro cut more slowly, dragging the blade across with a little more force and pressure so that the cuts were a little bit deeper, only very lightly managing to scratch the bone. "ANSWER. MY FUCKING. QUESTION." He thundered, his face a mask of terrifyingly cold anger.
"BECAUSE OF A POWER PLAY. SANJI MEANT TO SHOW THAT HE COULD ATTACK ANYWHERE. ANY TIME." Helmeppo screamed.
This time, Zoro did not stop. The lacerations continued all over the body until there was not a part of Helmeppo that wasn't bleeding. "And why is he doing that?"
"AAAAAAH! STOP PLEASE!" Helmeppo screamed. "TO EXPAND HIS TERRITORY."
Stunned for a second, Zoro stopped. "How has he been doing it?" He questioned, infuriated at the thought of Sanji trying to take his territory.
There was no answer until the katana delivered three lacerations in quick succession to Helmeppo's left cheekbone.
"TH-THE UNDERGROUND!...Starting with central London, he edged his w-way over to y-y-your territory and is s-s-slowly moving west!" Helmeppo gasped. "He was looking for your base."
"Has he found it?" Zoro questioned, his bloodied katana resting at his side as he watched Helmeppo struggle with words, becoming more and more panicked.
"I-I-"
"HAS HE FOUND IT?" Zoro roared, slamming his hands down on Helmeppo's arms.
"NO! ! ! NOT YET! WHEN I LEFT THEY WERE STILL LOOKING." Helmeppo cried, tears streaking down his face as he gasped with sobs of pain. "L-Last I heard, th-they were going to start t-t-torturing people for information..."
Zoro released Helmeppo's arms, his hands coming away bloody as he watched Helmeppo breathe heavily. "You know...If the descision was left to me, I would have you tortured properly and killed, you mewling quim." Zoro spat, kicking the legs of the chair out so that Helmeppo fell and landed on his back with a scream of pain. "But you're such a pussy that you wouldn't even last the torture."
With that, Zoro turned to leave, sheathing his katana along the way.
"It'd be n-n-nothing in comparison...to what Sanji has p-planned for..y-your group when he finds them!" Helmeppo called out, his voice trembling in fear.
Zoro stopped with his hand on the door handle. He tilted his head back to glance at Helmeppo dangerously. "Thank you for your co-operation." He said emotionlessly, opening the door and slamming it behind him.
Walking up to a very still Shanks, Zoro leaned back slightly as he stood next to him. "There. You have all the information you need. What will you do with him now?"
"At the moment, we're not sure." Shanks replied, his voice low. "Zoro..." He started quietly. "How many times have you done that?"
Frowning in confusion, Zoro glanced at him side-long. "What, tortured people?" Shanks nodded. "Uhm...I think maybe a few times to bastards who were causing a riot and terrorising the citizens on my territory." He admitted, thinking it over for a moment. "Don't worry about it though. I've never done it to someone who didn't deserve it."
"And how many have you killed?" Shanks asked.
"By torture or by just...killing?" Zoro questioned, feeling a little uncomfortable at the sudden quiz.
"Either."
Zoro was quiet with his response. So quiet that Shanks asked him to repeat it a little bit louder. "It's somewhere just over fifty." Zoro scowled, turning away from the second in command.
Sighing out through his nose, Shanks nodded. "Ok." He said, testing the edges of his teeth. "I just needed to know...You may go."
"Is that it?" He asked. "You're not gonna rip my hair out for using violence or sabotaging an interrogation?"
"I see no need. As long as your father does not hear about the way in which the information was extracted, we will be fine."
Zoro clenched his jaw, the both of them standing in silence for a few moments. Not sparing a backwards glance at the man he had just tortured, he left.
The next day, Zoro rode with Rayleigh through the torrential downpour straight to the palace. "Where's Mihawk?" He asked as they allowed their horses to be taken by the royal stable hands.
"He'll be relieving us of our shift later this afternoon come evening." Rayleigh informed him, making Zoro nod in understanding.
As they entered the royal drawing room, Zoro grunted in surprise as he was thrown backwards a little bit with a pair of arms wrapped around him almost desperately. Glancing down, he smiled a little as he saw the beautiful raven hair nestled on his well-muscled chest. "My knight! You are healed." Robin smiled as she let go of him and examined his features to make sure that he was ok.
"Knight?" Zoro quizzed, glancing between her and Rayleigh.
"You are my black armoured knight." Robin laughed, the sound sweet and innocent.
"And why is that?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Because you sacrificed yourself to save me." She replied, a slightly hopeful look in her eyes.
"Hm." Zoro nodded.
"Or maybe an angel." Robin mused.
At that, Zoro scoffed. "I don't think so my lady. I may be on the side of the angels, but do not think for one second that I am one of them." He said, his voice sounding almost menacing.
Robin smirked. "I love it when you sound all dangerous." She remarked. "It's quite a turn on."
The swordsman blinked, unsure of what to say whereas Rayleigh started to snigger behind him. "Moving on swiftly," Zoro coughed, glaring at Rayleigh, "what should you be doing?"
Holding up a piece of paper, Robin sighed and showed him the royal mark on the top of the paper. "Practising." She said. "Mother and Father have been called away on an important tour of Europe, meaning that because I am the next eldest and therefore heir to the throne, I must fill in for my father who usually does the Christmas speech over the radios and televisions."
"You still call it a television?" Zoro asked with a smirk.
"Yes, why? What do you call it?" Robin questioned.
"A TV." Zoro responded. "S'alot easier."
Rolling her eyes, Robin took up the place that she had been stood at before, the piece of paper in hand. "In any case. The Christmas speech will be in a week, so I must practise it." She continued.
Rayleigh smiled at her. "Then practise with us. We are your audience." He winked, making her smile back.
As she practised, Rayleigh helped to coach her voice on how to really make listeners feel as though they were being inspired. Making sure that on specific words she lilted her voice as accurately as possible, allowing the words to flow from her mouth as if they were being written across a page.
Zoro watched her as she did so, noticing the way that she proudly held herself and spoke with calm confidence. Looking at her, he couldn't help but think of the dance that they had performed at the royal ball. The way that she had gracefully stepped her way across the dance floor the way that a princess should, yet both of them knowing that what they were doing was highly inappropriate, but doing it anyway.
Thinking about it, he noticed that he'd paid much more attention to her than any other girl he'd ever met. After having known her for at least over a month whilst guarding her, he'd come to know her. The way she thought, her stunning beauty, her rebellious streak. What she liked, what she didn't like, wanted, hoped for...and even dreamed of.
Closing his eyes, he focused his thoughts on her and let her voice lull him to sleep. Trying to ignore the fact that his heart was trying to tell him something important.
Finding himself sitting against the wall some time later, he was surprised when he felt Rayleigh shake him awake. "How long have I been asleep?" He asked.
"About two hours." Rayleigh informed him. "I swear you sleep too much for a kid your age."
"I'm not a kid." Zoro grumbled.
"Yeah y'are." Rayleigh disagreed. "Besides, I woke you up because I've been called away to a mission on the streets, leaving you on your own for a bit. Apparently there was something of a riot down in Covent Garden the other day, and they think they've found someone willing to talk about it."
Nodding in understanding, Zoro accepted the hand that Rayleigh extended to him and stood up, allowing Rayleigh to lead them into Robin's bedchamber. At that moment, Robin entered the room behind them, dabbing at her lips a little. "You're up." She stated. "Shame...you missed dinner." Glancing at Rayleigh, Zoro nodded as he watched the agent leave. "Rayleigh's leaving?" She questioned.
"He's been called away on business." Zoro replied edgily.
Robin smiled as she went and sat at her desk, turning around in it and resting her arms on the back of and then resting her head on her arms. "That means that we're alone, and you can tell me your story." She said calmly, making Zoro sigh and smirk, knowing that she'd cornered him. "Just until Mikoto and the maids come in to sort out my chamber." She persuaded.
"Fine. But I'll only answer questions, not tell you my whole life story." He agreed.
"Fine by me." Robin replied. "So...Agent Mihawk. Who is he to you?" She asked directly.
Zoro groaned, hanging his head a little bit as he leaned up against the edge of her desk next to her. "He's my boss...the head of MI5." He started. "But he also happens to be my father." He admitted.
"I knew it." Robin smirked.
"If you already knew it, then why did you ask me?" Zoro asked.
"I wanted to make sure that I was right." Robin giggled. Wanting to swear at her more than ever, he bit down on his tongue, waiting for her next question. "Who are you really?" She then demanded. He frowned at her in confusion, making her expand on her rather vague question. "What were you like before you became an agent? You told me when we first met, that you usedto have fun. Why don't you any more?"
Zoro clicked the bones in his neck as he thought about how to structure his answer. "Well...You might not like the answer." He warned her. "I was a gang leader, and my territory was the western half of Central London and the other part of western London. My gang and I..we had fun, joked around, didn't take life too seriously. Yeah ok, we're thieves and we sometimes battle with a rival gang, but..that's life."
"And what about your gang? What were they like?"
"We're not the largest gang to have been seen around London. There's only eight of us, since we recently had a new recruit. We quarrelled sometimes, sure, but at the same time we had fun, learnt new skills. One of us can cook pretty damn well, another has the sharpest aim you've ever seen, we have a skilled doctor...and one of us has the stomach of at least four cows." He said, making Robin laugh as she pictured the thought of it. "But we look out for each other. And I still secretly visit them when I can. I miss them a lot when doing this...It was nice to have the feeling of family." He shrugged.
"Family? But what about Mihawk? Surely as the head of MI5-"
"He wouldn't let me become part of a gang, much less a gang leader, I know." Zoro interrupted. "But I wouldn't exactly call us close. I still don't consider him to be my family. When I was very young, my mother passed away in a terrorist attack. My father only ever wanted me to be an agent, and he tried to train me from that young age. I didn't like the fact that he was trying to control my life, so at thirteen I ran away and unintentionally started my own gang."
Robin rested a hand on his arm, her eyes full of sorrow. "Zoro I'm sorry..."
"It's ok." He laughed shortly, gently patting the hand on her arm. "It's all the past now."
"If you ran away, how are you still an agent?" Robin asked curiously.
"Because they managed to catch me. One of my gang accidently shot a paint pellet at your car when you travelled to France to strengthen the alliance between our countries. I made sure they got away whilst they caught me instead."
Robin gazed up into his eyes. "One final question, my knight." She told him with a smile. "Do you like me enough to love me?"
Zoro's breath caught in his throat for a moment, slightly taken by surprise at the question. "Wh-What? I-That's impossible. I couldn't. You're royalty! A princess! And I'm a...a...I mean..I.." He took a deep breath as he stared back. "Yes." He finally answered, unable to look away.
"Well then.." Robin smirked, tilting her head upwards invitingly as she stood, cupping his cheek with one hand.
Feeling drawn to her and completely out of control, Zoro slowly edged his head down and closed his eyes, his lips meeting hers in the sweetest of kisses. Losing himself in the moment, his mind turned numb as she returned the kiss wholeheartedly. He felt her hand leave his cheek and travel upwards, gently pushing his green moss-like hair the wrong way.
They broke apart to the sound of the door opening and footsteps entering, both of them turning to see Hawk-Eye Mihawk standing in the doorway, his face morphing into one of fury.
"Mihawk.." Robin said calmly. "I think-"
"I'm a little early, yes." He snapped, his yellow eyes piercing as he glared at his son. "And a good thing too. Roronoa, come with me."
Zoro stood there, unsure of what to do as he battled with the idea to either stay and argue, or flee the scene and get away from the father who was slowly building himself up into a rage. Noticing the look on Zoro's face, Robin stood in front of him protectively. "Where are you taking him?" She questioned, her hair falling in front of her face a little.
Striding forwards and grabbing Zoro firmly by the shoulder, Mihawk answered her coldly. "Back to headquarters where he will be receiving a new mission until he proves himself to be worthy of guarding you once more. Until then he will be relieved of his duty to you."
Robin's eyes widened in horror and she clutched onto Zoro's arm as he began to struggle against Mihawk who started to drag him out of the door. "No!" She cried. "You can't! I love him!"
At this, Mihawk turned to her sharply. "And this is precisely the problem." He stated, pulling the struggling, shouting Zoro out into the corridor and away down the stairs, shutting Robin's door as he did so and pulling a special lock across the door. Robin banged her fist against the door uselessly when she was unable to open it, secondly trying to use her devil fruit powers to open the lock from the other side, however this too proved uselessly as she realised that he'd locked her in with the seastone lock.
Realising she couldn't get out to save her knight, she stumbled away from the door with a single tear trailing down her cheek, former out of love, sorrow, anger and frustration. She stood there with a million thoughts rushing through her head until she sank to the floor, not noticing as the door opened a little while later to reveal three of the royal housemaids.
One, dressed in the standard black and white royal housemaid dress with her dark green hair tied back in a ponytail, helped Robin back up and onto the bed. "It's ok my lady. I'll have Perona fix you a hot chocolate." She comforted, nodding to the floating girl with pink hair who disappeared to do as she was told.
"Mikoto." Robin said, her breathing slightly uneven. "I've done something horrible to someone..and now they're in trouble because of it."
Mikoto handed the princess a tissue and shook her head. "I'm sure it wasn't that bad my lady. What did you do?" She asked, tucking a strand of Robin's raven hair behind her ear.
Robin's eyes slowly filled with the start of tears. "I fell in love."
Short chapter I know, but things are just starting to heat up. ;D
Kai XxxXxxX