Renascence (M.K)

十

She was in distress. Y/n continue to pace back and forth in a restive manner inside the wide and sightly Japanese garden of the Kibutsuji palace where she have promised to wait for Muzan until the daybreak.

She frets. She lifted her both cold palms through her lips and released a deep breath, warming her both hands and rubbing them together.

The garden was roofless and to what the court lady have expected, the variety of esthetic flowers were shyly blooming on the different corner and parts of the garden. Wherever she gazed, her sight can right away landed at the excellently treated and groomed plants. But despite how her eyes could feast the beauty of what surrounds her vision, the cold was hindering her petite body from staying and waiting further inside the spacious garden.

The four layered fascinatingly patterned and adorned with brocade uchigi cannot sate her body against from the freezing cold blew of the wind on her face and skin. She can already feel the slight shaking of her slender fingers as she exhaled once again and the white cloud have emit out from her lips.

Y/n blinked her eyes and slowly run her both arms through her chest. She embraced herself and swallowed her breath in manner.

'Maybe I can still wait for another hour.'  she thought as she faintly nod her head and rubbed again her both hands, patient and faithful to her own words and promises to wait until Muzan is ready enough to show up himself at her.

Although the court lady has been waiting for the straight two hours and late midnight has fast approach, she remained to calm herself and hopes Muzan haven't rejected her request and will be coming in no time.

She heave heavily and raise her chin up before looking up to the pitch starry ether. The distant uncountable of stars scintillates in unison up on the sky as y/n dark obsidian pupils dilates in amazement. She blink her eyes and continue to watch as it faintly sparkle whilst the cold wind stirred her delicate skin, making her in reflex shiver and hugged herself tighter.

Y/n scoured through her surroundings until her eyes landed at the esthetic red roses that were healthily blooming at the other side of the garden. She walked straight at the flowers and leaned forward before picking the best lovely one.

A light silent footsteps that she immediately felt approaching towards her eventually made y/n turned her head to the direction and instantly, she met the ungenial and frowning face of the Kibutsuji. Y/n right away felt fazed. She began to hold her breath for a moment then felt the sudden hard lump on her throat that was bounding herself from speaking further more straight at her betrothed husband.

She moved a step backwards with her mouth slightly gaping in disbelief and bafflement then she deeply and unwaveringly stared at the foreign eyes of Muzan that seems to be like a blazing fiery red orbits whilst it coruscate through the faint shine of the moon.

Y/n was baffled and as she stared thoroughly at the face of Muzan, it seems she was looking on a different person. It was the time she have finally concluded that the said rumors of the maidservants where entirely real. Muzan possesses already the strange eyes. The complexion of his skin has turned more paler and lifeless but the thing that have never changed was his long pitch black wavy hair.