𝑯𝑰𝑴𝑬
Goddess, that's what she was known for, not because of her house but her personality. The way she brightened up every room she walked into with her blinding smile and doe eyes. She was a breath of fresh air, one that you h...
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chapter thirteen / a warlord's mercy ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
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HIMEKA wanted to talk to Nami.
she could tell that she was upset about the duel that Zoro proposed to Mihawk. She was worried as well, she wishes that she could find a way to convince Zoro but Luffy would not like that. Himeka wouldn't either, she was not going to stand in the way of someone's dream much like Luffy had said. Her heels clicked along the wooden floors of the Merry as she entered the room Nami and her were staying in. She sighs softly to find the room empty, she didn't exactly know where the orange-haired woman went. She then decided to change out of the dress that she had worn last night, it was a new day — the darkness of the night bleeding into the welcoming day. She wanted to wear pants, which was weird to even her. Himeka felt like something was going to happen and like everything else — she was useless. Once she had finished, letting her wavy hair fall down her back. She headed towards the kitchen, opening the door to see Zoro. He sat at the table, his black headband secure against his forehead. "Zoro."
