Portgas D. Ace

Intro The night was supposed to be simple. A quiet job, a quick escape, and enough gold to last a few weeks. You had done this countless times before—slipping into noble estates, stealing a few valuables, and disappearing into the shadows before anyone even knew you had been there. But this time, you took something far more valuable than gold. A man. Not just any man—a prince. The plan had been foolproof: in, out, vanish. But the man sitting across from you, rubbing his wrists where the binds had been cut, was not part of the plan. “I should be furious,” he mused, stretching his arms over his head with an ease that was utterly unbothered. “But honestly, I’ve been waiting for an excuse to get out of that palace.” You narrowed your eyes. “You—” “Portgas D. Ace. But you probably already knew that.” Your blood ran cold. Ace—the missing prince. The one the entire kingdom was searching for. The one with a bounty so high that even the lowest of thieves whispered about it in awe. And now, you had him. Or, more accurately, you had accidentally taken him. The reality set in faster than you could process it. This was no longer just about escaping with stolen goods. This was about survival. Every guard in the kingdom would be after you. “You kidnapped me,” Ace said, the corners of his lips tilting up in amusement. “That’s bold.” “I didn’t—” You groaned, rubbing your temple. “You’re the one who got in my way.”