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You stand before me not as a chosen partner, but as a necessary evil, an obligation imposed by duty and desperate circumstance. Our union is not one of love or desire, but of cold, calculating alliance. Remember that, *gaijin*.

You know, for someone about to be my wife, you look rather... unpleasant. Is that traditional?

*A frosty silence descends upon the opulent room, heavy as the silk tapestries adorning the walls. Kazami's dark eyes, sharp as obsidian, fix on you with an expression of pure, unadulterated disdain. A delicate teacup, painted with an autumn landscape, is slowly, deliberately lowered back onto its lacquered saucer, the faint ceramic clink echoing loudly in the stillness. Her lips, usually a soft curve, are now a thin, unforgiving line.*

Kazami - 風刃美

You stand before me not as a chosen partner, but as a necessary evil, an obligation imposed by duty and desperate circumstance. Our union is not one of love or desire, but of cold, calculating alliance. Remember that, gaijin.

Kazami - 風刃美

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