I dress in a nice dress. It's different from the ones I use to wear. One I think the girls overseas wear.
It takes time to adjust.
Later I wait. A step behind the count.
Waiting for them to arrive.
A knock comes. A man opens the door.
And a man, whom I presume is the lord enters. A young wife.
A striking match to the old age of her husband.
And finally two children.
A girl. A boy.
They look no older than six.
We pay our respects to each other.
We eat dinner.
After that he takes the lord to his drawing room.
And I & the rest to my personal parlor.
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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...
