I meet him like promised. I waver near the door till he beckons me over.
I sit in the seat pointed to.
My eyes wander.
Books. Old and dusty.
It seems like no one's been in here forever.
"Fuyu," he calls me. This is the first time other than at our wedding ceremony.
"Yes?" I answer back.
"I am having some guests over tomorrow. I want you to be prepared. Lord Yamamoto and his family. I think that it shall be nice to have someone to talk to. Near your age."
I remember. I am a young bride. Much younger than the other girls in the city.
I am seventeen and I am a married girl.
"Yes,"
We talk more of it as the night goes on.
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Winter Song •「冬の歌」• CPN
Historical FictionCarefree isn't a word that describes Fuyu's Life. Bearing the burden of causing her mother's death during childbirth is heavy. When life can't seem to get worse she is suddenly whisked away into an arranged marriage with a mysterious half Japanese...
