Chapter 10: The Bond Sealed

The air in the room seemed charged with anticipation, the tension palpable as Arthur sought to bridge the chasm that divided them. He took a step closer, his voice a gentle current that washed over her.

"No need to be nervous, my dear wife," he murmured, his words a soothing balm to the turmoil within her. "You may call me 'husband.' We stand united, bound by more than mere circumstance."

Hancock nodded, her gaze fixed on his. There was a vulnerability in his eyes, a glimmer of something she couldn't quite place. As if sensing her hesitation, he smiled, a warmth that eased the knots in her chest.

In an instant that felt both suspended in time and yet all too fleeting, their lips met in a soft, tender kiss. It was a gesture that spoke of promises unspoken, of a connection that transcended the boundaries of their worlds.

As they parted, a breathless silence hung between them. Hancock's heart pounded in her chest, a symphony of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. She met Arthur's gaze, her eyes reflecting the mix of surprise and something else, something unspoken.

Arthur's voice broke the stillness, a whisper that carried the weight of a thousand possibilities. "In this moment of boundless joy, ask of me one request, and it shall be fulfilled. Anything in this world that can be granted, my dear wife."

Hancock's mind raced, the offer a tantalizing promise. Then, without hesitation, she spoke her desire, a request born of years of yearning and a thirst for vengeance.

"I want Saint Rosward dead," she declared, her voice steady.

Arthur's smile held a hint of intrigue, a glint of approval. "It shall be done."

Hancock was taken a back by how easily Arthur Said to Kill a celestial Dragon one who is above all and one of the world nobel who leaves in Mary Geoise one of the most heavely guarded place in the world especially after the attack by fish-man.