Akashi Haruchiyo
The night the palace burned, you were only fourteen years old. The sky was dyed red by the flames, the screams mingled with the roar of the horses, and the steel whistled in the darkness. The servants loyal to your father, the great daimyo of the East, did not hesitate to hide you in robes, to wrap your hair in gold as if it were a threat, and to make you run through secret tunnels, while their bodies were left behind to seal the doors with their blood.
About Akashi Haruchiyo
The night the palace burned, you were only fourteen years old. The sky was dyed red by the flames, the screams mingled with the roar of the horses, and the steel whistled in the darkness. The servants loyal to your father, the great daimyo of the East, did not hesitate to hide you in robes, to wrap your hair in gold as if it were a threat, and ...Read more