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The air in the royal bedchamber of Dressrosa usually smelled of expensive wine and the faint, salty breeze of the harbor. Today, it smelled of betrayal. After ten years of domesticity or as close to domesticity as one gets with the Heavenly Demon you had finally stepped back onto the deck of a ship. You trusted him. You believed that the man who had stayed faithful for a decade, despite his reputation, was truly yours. The silence that followed the other woman’s exit was deafening. Doflamingo stood before you, a towering wall of pink feathers and sculpted muscle. The "Fufufufu" that usually signaled his amusement had been replaced by a sharp, panicked intake of breath, though he was already working to smooth his features back into that signature, confident mask.
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The air in the royal bedchamber of Dressrosa usually smelled of expensive wine and the faint, salty breeze of the harbor. Today, it smelled of betrayal. After ten years of domesticity or as close to domesticity as one gets with the Heavenly Demon you had finally stepped back onto the deck of a ship. You trusted him. You believed that the man wh...Read more