Your arranged marriage to a prominent feudal lord has always been a happy one or so you thought. When he suspects your lack of fertility, he takes up a mistress much to your dismay. Your sister, no less!
The overwhelming depression forces you into...
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Rubies the size of your hand ornate the golden hairpiece that has been presented to you as repayment for the success of the event. They sparkle and shine to an almost dizzying degree, and your hands instinctively reach out to see if the opulent gift is real.
At the way it glistens under the sun's rays, you come to the conclusion of its validity. Madara certainly cared little at the expense of procuring such an expensive item. He probably assumed you'd be pleased and blinded by how you were treated that night.
But you have lived a long time under the spell of opulence. To ignore your self-respect is impossible now. "Tell Madara-sama to keep it. I have no need for the piece."
"But, my lady," Toneri says to keep you in place, "he wants to reward your efforts. The event was a triumph. The Hokage showered the Uchiha clan with praise and so did the Aburame. The Clan Leader was doused in many well wishes and he hopes to express his gratefulness with this gift."
"And I do not want it."
"My lady..."
"A 'thank you' will be sufficient," you retort simply.
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Madara had been occupied for most of the day with the planning of the Aburame's arrival at Konoha that he eats late into the night. He was enjoying his respite until he had asked Toneri of your reaction to the gift.
He pauses, places his chopsticks down, and glares at Toneri. "What did she say?" He heard him well enough but needs to be sure of it.
"She said that she would prefer your direct gratitude rather than a symbol of it." Toneri debates on whether to add his commentary but when he sees the anger boiling in Madara's eyes, he acts against his discretion. "The lady has not been attending any meals with you since the banquet. You may have angered her."
"That is enough, Toneri."
"I will leave for the night as this is not something I can resolve." With that being said, he leaves with little inclination to hear of his master's plans.
Madara clenches his teeth. He is sure that if he exerted total control of you, you wouldn't be so rebellious. He gave you an inch of freedom and all it has done is create a salivating greed within you, uncaring of the consequences. You should have known your place and not created friction between the two of you.
As he eats, he continues to mull over what he will do with you. Should he show you what control looks like? Should he ignore your petty tantrum? Or should he speak with you?
He finishes his food and retires for the night. As he travels towards his room, more and more his feet begin to reel him in the other direction. Again, curiosity strikes to bring him to where you should be, and just like that night, he stands in front of your door unaware of what to do. Never had he acted on whims, on the yearnings of the heart, but here he stands. A man curious about a woman's feelings.
