Renascence (M.K)

三十七

When a mistake is done, what's the use of being slavishly submissive? Nevertheless, Y/N still sank to her knees with her hands hardly balled into a fist. She pressed them onto the cold floor. The shed of warm tears was dripping on her knuckles as she lowered her head and firmly closed her misted eyes.

She felt the swayed of emotions were billowing in her insides at the moment as if they were lamming in her chest to escape.

Even how much she tried to stifle the upsurging anguish in her heart, only then did the emotional pain she felt within her seemed to imbalance the coldness sensation she felt from the outside.

She could never felt more ashamed of herself. Never been this disgusted.

Y/N have comprehended.

If Ryuta was truly telling her the truth - this samurai man - who was adorned and wafted by his laudable aura, standing before her presence whilst his eyes mirror the hurt from the way he had looked back at her, was her husband, simply makes her implied that she was never worthy of him.

Y/N began to shake just as she thinks how badly she had hurt him in their very first meeting, she felt liable to be blamed.

Despite how much she would try to make herself believe and reason out the occurrence was an honest mistake, She knows there's no one to be condemned but only herself. It was too late for her to ascertain her marital status and if only she had priorly known, she could've evaded this kind of tragedy from happening.

She could have restrained herself from interacting with other men and never drawn herself near Muzan.

'If only I have immediately known that I was already a woman who is bound into marriage.' She clenched her teeth and sucked in her breath.

Not only that she had hurt the man she acknowledged as her husband, Y/N felt the severe level of embarrassment hurdling over her for also tainting the pride vocation of the geishas.

She was knowledgable of the tenets of this profession. A geisha is 'being married to the art, not to a man' which only means she must forthrightly quit, throw herself out from the okiya doors and never show her appearance once again.

She felt pathetic. The distressful outcomes she has committed were clouding her mind and she didn't know where to start amending that mistake.

Outfitted with misfortune. For a sort of a disgraceful woman like her, all Y/N could think that whenever she goes, she was a harbinger of catastrophe.

She cannot dare to take another glance back to Taoshu - who was sulking before her presence, nor she no longer had the courage to dart her eyes back to Ryuta, fearing she will even be more consumed by the guilt that was conquering her inside-out.

Y/N slowly inclined her head and firmly closed her eyes.

She was prepared, ready to receive his hand, slapping her cheek and if that punishment could have been enough to ease the scalding anger in his heart, she was willing to accept anything worst than a smack on the face.

She holds her breath and waited for the strike to bring forth a searing pain on her cheek but her heart skipped a beat when he heard him saying,

"You are asking for forgiveness? Beg for it." Without lowering his head, Taoshu drops his eyes to the kowtowing woman before his figure. His voice carries placidity and beneath those words, he has spoken was etched with seriousness.

Y/N began to hiccupped between her whimpers, ashamed to meet his gaze as she repressed the quivering of her bottom lip and swallowed the gnashing pain inside her chest.

"I..I will continue to kneel down and beg.." She firmly answered back but the brief and nonchalant response of the female Mizuno with no traces of warmth creased the eyebrows of Taoshu as his face went more solemn than his previous mood.