For the past three months, it had done nothing but stormed all around Miahome castle. Storm a few days, sunshine to soak up the rain, and storm a few days more. It wasn't even Monsoon season, but surely, you would think it was. Her troops were getting sick, her children from previous couplings had all taken a trip to leave the rain. Leaving her to fret over her troops. Of all of them, she had expected Kamen to stay. But much like she was when she was his age, he wanted nothing to do with the Miahome troops or their problems.
Another thing worried her. That rowdy, yet beautiful samurai that she had rescued at the start of these storms... He had been drowning in the nearby river, red eyes filled with fear bathed in the moon's light. How was he now, she wondered?
"You hadn't even given me your name..." Tsukiya whispered, gazing outside at the rain. She spent her days in the castle, for the protection from the rain. It was painfully lonely on the higher floors. No one from the army came to see how their leader was doing, only keeping to themselves, warm and huddled together. It was too cold to really send them out to train, on top of all this rain. Soon it would turn to snow, or worse, ice storms.
Tsukiya drew her lips into a thin line, brushing back a strand of black hair. She had lived in this area her entire life, yet not once had she seen weather like this. It was troublesome. Were the gods angry with her? Had she done something wrong?
Again, her thoughts turned to that man. She had rescued him the night before the first storm. Mere hours later, the rains had started. Was he someone the gods wanted dead? She chewed on her lip. No. Nonsense. The man seemed like a fine and worthy noble, the type of man she would even take as a lover or as a partner.
...Partner...? No. He might have been good to have strong children by, but that would be it, she was sure. Yet, she found a twinge in her heart as she worried.
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