The Samurai That I Loved

White girl/Japanese man
Historical romance and smut.

Eliza Whitlock discovers her first-love and lifelong crush, Ernest Fletchum, is departing for Edo-period Japan to become a missionary. In a mad haste, Eliza dashes across the continent to seek him out and confess her undying love. With dreams of soon becoming a preacher's wife, Eliza enlists the aid of a Samurai, Shojiro, to guide her to the Echigo province where she can reunite with her unrequited lover. However, life holds many unexpected fates that send her hurtling into an adventure and love of a lifetime.

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"Nanishiteruno!"

(What's going on here)

The laughter and shouting immediately died out. The group halted and the man holding her promptly dropped her onto the dirt like a sack of radishes.

Eliza landed face down onto the road with a low groan. Although when she lifted her head, she nearly screamed. Readjusting her cloak over her flaming hair, she cowered back.

Black hooves greeted her vision. Raising her eyes, she saw an unnatural figure sitting atop the black stallion. A large, frightening mask covered the figure's head, exotic-looking armor adorned their body and one very long sword rested on their hip.

The sight was utterly terrifying.

She felt as if she were staring Death in the eye. Never before had she seen such a fearsome looking individual.