///3 months later///
Atsumu was sitting on the floor of the council office. Eisyun sat on his chair, surrounded by two piled of paper.
"This is too slow." Atsumu yelled, dragging the word slow to emphasize his point.
"You have to have patience Samurai." Eisyun replied whilst his eyes were focused on reading the paper in front of him.
Silence filled the air.
Atsumu huffed and dropped his body on the floor.
Eisyun raised an eyebrow but did not comment on the interruption of the sweet silence.
"It's been three months. The people have become stronger, instead of seeing men and women beg for money i see them sitting, enjoying our winter air with food.I see children start being children again, running around and getting in trouble. I see men and women work and earn, I see people from other villages visit. Oh and I have been informed that we have gotten quite a lot of allies rounded up from all over. So?"
"So?" Eisyun cautioned, his tone changing to one of anger.
Atsumu stopped himself from declaring his next sentence.
"Mr Samurai, as much as we appreciate your eagerness to overthrow the Queen, we cannot go forward yet. Our men are string but her men are many."
"When is the next raid from the woman?" Atsumu mumbled softly.
"Not for a while, I heard that the Prince of Bushi- machi is coming to wed the princess."
Atsumu's ears perked up and he repeated the older man's words. "Wed the princess..."
'The princess is dead.. what is she planning...' Atsumu thought as he took a deep shaky breath. What if she caught onto his plans and is gathering up an army herself..?
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"I need this castle to be crystal clear, spotless, shiny." The Queen of Taijimu screamed around the halls of her palace, screaming at the servants with her butler following her three steps behind.
The Queen stopped in the middle of the hall, once she pulled out her folded hand fan from her dress pocket, "Oh dearest, When is my handsome Prince arriving?" She inquired from her butler with a smirk on her face.
"According to our letter exchanges and my calculations, he will arrive in about an hour."
The smirk shifted into a wicked cackle as she walked, fanning herself through the halls.
"Well then, get my ladies to prepare the most extravagant black gown I own."
"Yes your highness." The butler declared.
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Atsumu slowly made his way to the path the carriages usually took. As we walked through the snow, he stared up at the sky thinking of these three months. Even from the start he was sure that he would not be able his brother soon. But he hoped he was wrong. No he wanted to be wrong.
He thought about Osamu, Atsumu remembered that the winters were always the worst for his brother. He used to always and easily be sick and Atsumu would have no one to play with all season.
He wondered how winters were like for Osamu. Whether he had a blanket when he was sick or maybe a warm milk cup perhaps.
He hoped that the Queen only treated Atsumu wrong. Atsumu is in line for the throne not his brother so he is her only downfall. So just maybe, she didn't hurt him. Maybe he has a nice room in the dungeons with a big bed and a blanket. With delicious warm food. Everything Atsumu no longer craves but wants to give.
