Because She has My Back! (Charlotte Katakuri x oc )

Chapter 6: Whispers of Fate

"Mama..Soldiers! Help the crown princess down"

The Fey assembly stood in an uneasy silence as Big Mom's command resonated through the air, her chess piece soldiers moving with mechanical precision to help Lunika down from the cross. The wooden structure groaned in protest as she touched the ground, her graceful descent a stark contrast to the weight of the situation.

The relief of her release was eclipsed by a chorus of voices that rose from the assembly. As she stood there, her presence seemed to radiate strength and determination.

The envoy from Moors, along with representatives of the council and members of the Fey assembly, stepped forward in unison, their expressions a mixture of concern and urgency. Their voices rose in a chorus of protest, echoing through the lush landscapes of Whole Cake Island.

"We cannot allow this marriage proposal to proceed!" declared a representative, their voice ringing with fervor. "Lunika is the embodiment of our direct Royal bloodline. Without her, our heritage and our magical prowess will wither away. The power of the first offspring is not only a matter of tradition but also a testament to the might that defines Moors!"

Nods of agreement swept through the assembly, a palpable undercurrent of worry and anxiety coursing through their veins. The Fey's magical abilities were intertwined with their lineage, a legacy that had been cultivated through generations of dedication and practice.

Lunika's voice joined the chorus of dissent, her gaze unwavering as she addressed the assembly. "Our magic is not simply a birthright; it is a connection to our ancestors and a force that shapes our very identity. Telekinesis, the power to manipulate and command, is a manifestation of our bloodline's strength. It is a legacy that has been inscribed in the annals of Moors' history, passed down through generations in books that hold the secrets of our potential."

The murmurs of the assembly seemed to sway with Lunika's words, the weight of their history and heritage pressing upon them. The power of Telekinesis was not merely the ability to move objects; it was a versatile force that had been harnessed by past monarchs to protect and uplift their kingdom.

Among the assembly, Henry Moors stepped forward, his voice carrying a blend of conviction and skepticism. "But let us not forget that we all share the same ancestral lineage," he interjected, his words causing a ripple of contemplation among the Fey. "How can we be so different when our roots trace back to the same origin?"

The assembly seemed divided, caught between the reverence for their magical legacy and the possibility of unity within their ancestry. The murmurs of uncertainty grew louder as Fey debated the merits of tradition versus change, legacy versus unity.

Lunika's suspicion deepened as she observed her uncle's calculated intervention. There was an underlying motive in his words, a hidden agenda that seemed to dance just beyond her reach. Her intuition whispered that there was more to Henry's argument than met the eye.

Before the debate could escalate further, Big Mom's resounding laughter echoed through the assembly, quelling the rising tensions. "Mamamama! What a captivating display of loyalty and conviction!"

The Yonko's commanding presence hushed the crowd, their attention shifting to the towering figure before them. Big Mom's eyes twinkled with a mixture of amusement and intrigue as she addressed the Fey assembly.

"I am well aware of the concerns that have been raised. But let us not forget the promise you Fey made to me – a promise that no request of mine would be denied."

A wave of realization swept through the assembly, the weight of their solemn vow settling upon their hearts. Lunika's pulse quickened, understanding that their fate hung in a delicate balance between loyalty, power, and the unpredictable whims of a Yonko.

As the assembly held its collective breath, Big Mom's gaze remained fixed on Lunika, a glimmer of anticipation in her eyes. The stage was set, the pieces in motion, and the path forward remained shrouded in uncertainty.

The assembly of Fey from Moors was determined to sway Big Mom's decision, to present alternative candidates that could potentially satisfy the Yonko's desire for a suitable marriage alliance. With a sense of urgency, the representatives stepped forward, each one eager to showcase their own princess as a potential bride.

First, Beatrix, the diligent and astute princess, took her place before the assembly. She possessed a quiet strength and a keen intellect, honed through years of observing Lunika's leadership. Though not as experienced as her cousin, Beatrix exuded an air of capable confidence. She shared stories of her management and leadership skills, her efforts to organize the kingdom's resources and forge alliances with neighboring Fey clans.

Cordelia followed, her grace and elegance apparent as she stepped into the spotlight. With a warm smile, she spoke of her culinary talents, her ability to turn even the simplest ingredients into exquisite dishes that delighted the senses. Her garden arrangements were renowned throughout Moors, a testament to her creative flair and meticulous attention to detail. She regaled the assembly with tales of her enchanting tea parties, where Fey from all walks of life came together to share moments of serenity and camaraderie.

Lastly, Katharina stepped forward, her presence emanating strength and determination. She spoke of her passion for sword dancing, a skill she had honed over years of dedication and practice. Her graceful movements and adept combat skills were evident as she performed a captivating demonstration, the clink of her sword against the hilt resonating like a musical rhythm. She shared tales of her training, her commitment to defending Moors, and the bond she had forged with her blade.

The assembly's efforts were heartfelt, each representative painting a vivid picture of their princess's strengths and virtues. However, despite their eloquence and sincerity, Big Mom's resolve remained unswayed. Her eyes remained fixed on Lunika, her interest undeterred by the alternatives presented before her.

With a regal sweep of her hand, Big Mom addressed the assembly. "Your princesses possess admirable qualities, and their dedication to Moors is evident. However, my interest lies with your crown princess, Lunika."

The air grew heavy with a mixture of disappointment and resignation. The assembly's hopes had been set on diverting Big Mom's attention, yet it seemed her decision had already been made.

"I see potential in her that transcends what meets the eye," Big Mom continued, her tone both enigmatic and determined. "I believe that this union can bring about a beneficial alliance between our worlds."

As the assembly absorbed her words, Big Mom's gaze shifted toward her son, Katakuri, who had stood silent and watchful throughout the proceedings. "Katakuri, my son!" she addressed him, her voice loud and commanding. "It's time for you and Lunika to get to know each other better."

Katakuri inclined his head in acknowledgment, his eyes meeting Lunika's with a mixture of curiosity and something deeper. A hint of a smile tugged at his lips, covered under the scarf, as he gestured for Lunika to join him.

Lunika's heart raced as she stepped forward, her eyes meeting Katakuri's with interest.