Patriarch Donquixote Doflamingo

As they returned to their home, the weight of grief hung heavy upon the Matriarch's shoulders, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. Sensing her distress, Doflamingo offered words of reassurance, his voice a soothing balm amidst the turmoil of emotions.

"Don't worry, Mom. You still have me," Doflamingo whispered his words a gentle reminder of the bond they shared.

Moved by her son's unwavering support, the Matriarch's tears ceased, replaced by a sense of gratitude and warmth. "Yes, I still have you, my child, my most precious treasure," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion.

With Doflamingo's comforting presence by her side, the Matriarch found solace in their shared embrace, her worries momentarily forgotten as they drifted into a peaceful slumber.

And as the sun rose on a new day, casting its golden light upon their home, mother and son faced the future together, united by love and resilience in the face of adversity.

As Doflamingo sat upon his new throne, Shepherd's proclamation echoed throughout the grand hall. "From now on, Donquixote Doflamingo will be the Patriarch of the Donquixote family," he declared, his voice carrying the weight of tradition and authority.

With the mantle of leadership bestowed upon him, Doflamingo accepted his new role with a sense of solemnity and determination. As the sole surviving male heir of the Donquixote lineage, the fate of the family now rested squarely upon his shoulders.

The other five elders, along with Saint Garling and esteemed members of the God Knights, bore witness to this momentous occasion. The crowning of a new Patriarch was a matter of great importance, steeped in tradition and ceremony.

With the formalities concluded, the grand hall erupted into celebration as a lavish party ensued. The elite of the Donquixote family, along with esteemed guests and their daughters, mingled amidst the opulent surroundings, their laughter and merriment filling the air.

As the party unfolded, the widows of the Donquixote family, bereft of their husbands and stripped of their former status, sought to curry favor with Doflamingo. Their attempts to gain his attention were fueled by desperation, their once-privileged lives were now reduced to mere shadows of their former glory.

With their husbands gone, the widows found themselves at the mercy of Doflamingo's whims, their fortunes irrevocably tied to his newfound power and authority. No longer able to afford even the simplest luxuries, they sought solace in the hope of securing favor with the new Patriarch.

Yet, despite their efforts, Doflamingo remained resolute, his attention elsewhere as he ignored their advances with calculated indifference. His focus was unwavering, his mind preoccupied with the events of the previous night—the strategic use of his poisonmelders to solidify his hold over the Donquixote family.

Meanwhile, families from far and wide sought to forge alliances with Doflamingo, presenting their crowned princesses in hopes of securing a favorable match. With their male heirs lost to the same mysterious disease that had befallen the Donquixote family, they saw in Doflamingo an opportunity to secure their futures.

Amidst the swirl of political intrigue and familial machinations, Doflamingo remained a figure of power and influence, his every move calculated to further his ambitions and secure his grip on the Donquixote legacy.

Amidst the turmoil of shifting alliances and political maneuvering, three families emerged as the most fervent contenders for Doflamingo's favor: the Rosward, Manmayer, and Senju families. Bereft of their talented male heirs, they saw in Doflamingo an opportunity to secure their legacies through marriage to their lone heiresses.

Offering their daughters—Rosward Lily, Manmayer Fubuki, and Senju Luna—who were each around fifteen years of age, they sought to cement their ties to the newly anointed Patriarch of the Donquixote family. Although the marriages were to be formalized when Doflamingo reached the age of fifteen, they were already considered his fiancées, a status that carried great weight within the noble circles.

In light of their newfound status, the guard detail assigned to each of the three girls was reinforced, with ten guards from the Donquixote family ensuring their safety and compliance. Under Doflamingo's watchful gaze, these guards were tasked with preventing any unwanted interactions between the girls and potential suitors, ensuring their loyalty to their designated fiancé.

Meanwhile, the widows of the Donquixote family found themselves relegated to the sidelines, their former wealth and influence stripped away by Doflamingo's swift and decisive actions. With their prospects diminished and their futures uncertain, they watched as their daughters were thrust into the spotlight, their destinies intertwined with the whims of the new Patriarch.

As the grandeur of the party unfolded, other noble families sought to curry favor with Doflamingo, eager for a chance to secure alliances of their own. Yet, their invitations went unanswered, their proximity to the Donquixote family insufficient to warrant inclusion in the proceedings.

In this intricate dance of power and prestige, Doflamingo wielded his influence with calculated precision, reshaping the landscape of noble society to suit his ambitions.

"Order the builders," Doflamingo's command sliced through the air like a razor, his voice carrying the weight of absolute authority. "I want this completed in a day. Otherwise, their necks will be cut" as he gave them the blueprint to renovate the whole Donquixote Family property.

The guards, their faces pale with apprehension, nodded frantically before scurrying off to execute their leader's decree with a fervor born of fear.

Turning to his mother, Matriarch, Doflamingo's gaze softened momentarily, a fleeting glimpse of tenderness amidst the steel of his resolve. "Mom," he said, his tone gentler now, "Once I'm married, the dowry from the girls' families will bring us wealth. And I'll also become the patriarch of their families too."

Matriarch's eyes shimmered with pride and maternal affection as she regarded her son, her heart swelling with anticipation for the future. "That's my boy," she whispered, her voice a soft murmur of encouragement.

With a nod of determination, Doflamingo prepared to depart for his training session with Nusjuro.