❝𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪?❞
╰┈➤ IN WHICH you offered yourself to the Head of the Uchiha Clan to become his bride and bear...
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They say dreams have meaning, whether they are memories of the past or a foreshadowing of the future. But dreams are rarely ever remembered upon waking up and once again, when you woke up the next morning, you had long since forgotten about the dream.
The dream you had already forgotten, but the heavy feeling in your heart lingers still and it becomes more evident when you wake up to an empty spot on your side.
"My Lord..." you muttered, putting a hand on the sheet. But when you felt it, the heavy feeling somewhat subsided. "It's still warm."
It wasn't long since Madara had left the bedchamber, and his warmth still lingers on the side of the bed. But you had hoped, even for a moment, that even if you had fallen asleep without Madara, you would have woken up with him at least.
For the rest of the day, you had busied yourself with the embroidery. It became a sort of distraction for you. It distracted you from the sadness and sorrow that was accompanied by the cold weather. You knew the season can influence what a person feels and this particular season brought a sort of melancholy.
It took you a week to finish the embroidery. And when you finally finished it, it marks the two weeks you had been living in the Uchiha Clan. Two weeks since you had married the leader of the Uchiha.
The snow still surrounds the territory, although the weather lately has gone favorable and the sky is so clear that it looks like there's a whole clear blue ocean in the heavens.
When you had finished the embroidery, you looked at it for a moment. The moment after finishing an artwork, relishing in its glory and the hours you put in to make it into a masterpiece.
"Wow, My Lady, that is as beautiful as the heavens above!" your handmaiden, Hana, said and when you looked at her, you noticed how her eyes seemed to sparkle as she looked at the embroidery. "Your hands must be blessed by the deities, My Lady."
"Such high regards undeserving of me, but thank you, Hana," you said, smiling at her compliment, feeling your cheeks tickling a bit like someone had blown dandelions on your face. "Oh, by the way, do you know where my husband is?"
"I'm not so sure, My Lady. Ever since I was appointed as your handmaiden, I only have eyes for you."
"What?" you asked, a little unsure about what she meant by that.
