So the time had finally come. There was no secret that Mama arranged marriages to better her crew or because it was something that furthered her goals. He didn’t mind though, Cracker was proud to help his family even if it meant marrying some woman he didn’t even know. He did mildly wonder why this one though? Well, maybe he’d get a hint when he finally met her.
Normally he’d be in his shell like normal, but Mama had asked him to go without while he met with his new Fiancee for the first time. He had his long purple locks done up and a well made suit as per his mother’s suggestions. He thought about having his sisters use make-up to cover his scar, but changed his mind. Some girls thought scars were sexy right?
All set after giving himself a once over again he entered the garden where this woman he was marrying was suppose to be. “I’m Charlotte Cracker, pleased to meet you.” He greeted showing his best manners as he greeted her with a smile.
@biscuitboy.
Lyra had to admit, an arranged marriage was one hundred percent preferable to being locked in the library prison for the rest of eternity to be poked and prodded at, urged into her Zoan form whenever Mama wanted to see her heavenly wings. Lyra would escape this place eventually, but for now --- she’ll play the role of bride. Not blushing bride, goodness no, but bride. She could do that. After all, it wasn’t Charlotte Cracker’s fault she was in this mess. Still, she didn’t love the fact that she was being forced into this. Her first marriage was a disaster; she supposed it only followed that the second one would be, as well.
Lyra said she’d play nice. She was wearing clothes that weren’t her style and didn’t belong to her --- a disarmingly soft and feminine summer dress in pale blue, with white heels. She supposed it made her look like less of a threat, more inviting to the man she was going to marry. She assumed he had a say in this, didn’t he?
When she heard someone coming into the garden, she put down her cup of tea and stood up, smoothing out the skirt of her dress and waiting to see who approached... and to her surprise... he didn’t look like a monster. Given what some of Charlotte’s children looked like, she had been expecting... well, it didn’t matter. Her widened skylight eyes softened and she smiled, holding out her hand and taking a few steps to meet him, shaking his hand, pleased with his manners. She would reserve judgement but maintain caution with him. He was still a dangerous pirate, one of the Yonko’s Three Sweet Commanders. Lyra couldn’t forget that. He may know nothing about her, but she knew about him. His bounty spoke for itself.
“Hello, Cracker. I’m pleased to meet you, as well,” she said. “My name is Lyra.”
She took a breath and gave a small laugh, “There’s no graceful way to really talk about this, I suppose. I’ll be your wife and you’ll be my husband. Did you have any say in the matter?” she asked, gesturing to the small set of table and chairs she had been sitting at, asking him to sit.
