Indifferent. Kagura was. The woman eyed her carefully, from head to toe. And back. It's as if she refuses to acknowledge Rin.
Does Sesshomaru like his women that way? Cold, indifferent, undemanding? Much like him in every way?
"It's a pleasure to have your acquaintance." Rin stuttered, Trying hard to compose herself. Wear yourself with dignity.
Kagura only batted her eyelids. She didn't as much throw back a glance, much more converse with her.
So it was this girl, huh. Sesshomaru's match. Kagura mused to herself.
Rather naive and innocent.
Rin was.
"Lady Kagura, the carriage is now waiting for you." Interrupted the servant.
Kagura went pass her. The servant followed suit carrying the rest of her bags.
Rin hurried inside her chamber. And as she did, Kagura stopped, looked back, and threw one last glance at her.
Of course Rin knew. She knew there were ones before her. Ones who knew him first. Ones who had him first. Ones who he favored. Ones who he probably even came to love. She knew before, and she didn't as much care. She knew that, yet why does she feel that pang in her heart. That tug at the corner. That dark little emotion called jealousy.
Being the wife certainly gives a different taste to it. One bitter taste at the truth.
She had the right. right? She's at least entitled to that.
That night she didn't join him for dinner. She refused to see him when he'd summon her to his quarters. Yes, she dared refuse him.
And she continued to do so in the morning of the next day. Dragged it on even to lunch.
Sesshomaru let it pass. But when he arrived in the evening, came to the dining hall and spotted nothing but the empty seats and the cold dishes at the long table, he went right up, with one direction in mind, Rin's chambers.
She was lying on her bed restlessly. She pulled the covers up her face. Aghast at herself. She feels like banging her head against the concrete wall. She opted to use the pillow instead and decided against her first thought as she reckon it'd damn well hurt if she did.
She was about to grab the pillow at the other end of the bed when she felt someone sit beside her in bed.
"Are you ill?" came the cold voice from the man, who's silhouette reflected at her blanket as the candlelight shone at his back.
She stiffened. And he felt that.
She shook her head under the blanket. "No. I was just having difficulty sleeping, is all."
"I'll have the servants bring milk."
"Okay." she peaked to see if he's left. She didn't feel him move, just like she didn't feel him when he approached her.
She realized her mistake when he came down to her, kissing her lightly on the lips. After that fleeting moment, he stood and left her to rest.
He smelled of flowers. The scent commonly worn by the ladies of the ton. Scratch that. He smelled of women.
I don't think even the milk would help me sleep.
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