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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Two days have passed; long and arduous days.
You sit at your favorite spot, one that overlooks the garden. Tall willowy trees are coated in snow while little color rises from the white plush. The pond is sealed over with ice, the lack of birds allows a silence to reign. Serene as the view is, your heart hammers with anticipation.
Over the course of your stay, Tomoha has been constantly at your heels. His bodyguards follow. It's as if he feels someone is out to get him, and his only method of attaining a peace of mind is by your side. At nighttime, he urges you to sleep with him, but you reject it on the spot with the help of Danzo.
"There you are." The tension in his voice lessens with relief. "Your schedule is all over the place since you've returned."
You do not glance back as it is obvious that Tomoha has found you once more. It isn't as if you are hiding, but you allow chaos to reign over your agenda to fend him off your solitude. If you were outright hiding, it would be too obvious that something was up.
"I have learned to live a freer life." Your comment comes with a listless sigh. "Just like how you used to do. You seemed happier that way."
He rubs the back of his neck and sits beside you, another oddity that has arisen from your return. He never accompanied your moments of reprieve where you stare at the environment, stating it to be a complete waste of time. Yet here he is, sitting with you and chewing on your snacks.
"Those are for me and my baby."
"Our baby."
His delusions haven't ceased, and you do nothing to dispel it. "I thought you would have been less selfish with my return."
He grunts a curse and returns the snack to the plate. A quiet looms over the two of you as neither have anything positive to speak on. There is also a topic both of you want to avoid that takes precedence above all menial discussions.
Either he addresses said topic, or neither of you will speak normally. You have no inclination in resolving the issues you two have as you find no worth in it. You're only here for your money before a quick escape. Maybe even grabbing an artwork or two.
"Yukino!" Tomoha yells for the retainer, who rushes over with haste. "Some sake for me."
"Of course, my lord." You can sense the hesitation in his tone, but he acquiesces to his master's command.
You glance up at Danzo, who still stands not too far from your spot. When your eyes make contact, he nods subtly, understanding your concerns and what you need should they come true. A drunk Tomoha is reckless and forceful; you hope to avoid it, especially for the sake of your child.
Yukino arrives promptly with a tray of sake. He pours and hands a cup to Tomoha then departs to tend to other duties. Tomoha takes a swing of his drink, draining the cup of all its liquid before pouring another. You try to ignore his salacious downing of the entire bottle, but worry begins to plague you.
