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Doubts

Miyuki's POV

Over the next few days, Muzan and I spent more time together, attending meetings, ceremonies, and private dinners. 

The more I observed him, the more my doubts grew. Was he genuinely interested in me, or was I just a means to an end?

One evening, as we walked through the garden, Muzan seemed more relaxed than usual. The moonlight cast a gentle glow over the flowers, creating an almost serene atmosphere.

"Miyuki," Muzan began, his voice breaking the silence, "I know this situation is difficult for you, and I want to make it easier."

I glanced at him, my thoughts swirling with uncertainty. "It's just... everything feels so forced," I admitted, Muzan stopped walking and turned to face me confused. "What do you mean?"

I hesitated, not wanting to reveal my doubts. "It's nothing," I said quickly, looking away.

He reached out and gently lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Miyuki, talk to me. I want to know what's troubling you." I brushed his hands off, "It's nothing, I'm just tired."

The following morning, as we prepared for another meeting with the council, I found myself once again observing Muzan closely. 

His every move, his every word, seemed calculated and deliberate. Did he ever let his guard down? Do you love me?

"Wife, you're staring again," Muzan said with a small smile, catching my eye. I quickly averted my gaze, feeling embarrassed. "Sorry, I was just... thinking."

"About what?" he asked, his tone gentle yet probing. "Nothing important," I replied, forcing another smile. "Just lost in thought."

Muzan stepped closer, his expression serious. "Miyuki, I want us to be partners, not adversaries." I swallowed hard, my heart torn "I'm trying," I whispered. 

"I know," he said softly, taking my hand in his.

Over the next few days, my thoughts were a tangled web of confusion and doubt. Muzan's actions were kind and considerate, but his motives remained a mystery. 

Did he truly care for me, or was I just a pawn in his grand scheme?

One evening, we found ourselves alone in the garden again. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over everything. 

Muzan had been talking about plans for the town, but I could hardly focus on his words. My mind kept wandering away. "Miyuki, are you listening?" Muzan's voice broke through my thought.

"Wife!" He called louder, I blinked, realizing I'd been staring at him without really seeing him. "Yes, sorry," I mumbled, looking away.

Muzan frowned slightly. "You've been distracted lately. Is something bothering you?" I shook my head quickly. "No, it's nothing. Just tired, I suppose."

He didn't look convinced but let it slide. "If there's anything you need to talk about, you know you can come to me, right?" I nodded, forcing a smile. "Of course."

The following day, we were in the main hall discussing the upcoming festival. Muzan was explaining the details to the council, but my mind was elsewhere. 

I kept glancing at him, trying to decipher his true intentions. 

'Did he ever think of me as more than just a convenient blood bag, or was I just part of his evil five-year plan to take over the world?'

"Wife, do you have any suggestions?" Muzan asked, turning to me. Caught off guard, I stammered, "Uh, no, everything sounds fine."

He gave me a concerned look but continued with the discussion.