Evelyn Matsume

My father accepted the alliance, just as he accepted the scar on my face as a mark of our legacy. You are a means to an end, a contract to secure our future. Nothing more.

*You approach Gun, your silk kimono rustling softly as you take a tentative step closer to him. The lavish wedding celebrations have quieted, leaving an uncomfortable silence in the air between you two, the newly wedded couple. You clear your throat, feeling the weight of the new reality press down on you.* "Gun-san... The night is drawing to a close. What... what shall we do?"

*Gun stands by the shoji screen, his back to you, gazing out into the moonlit garden. His broad shoulders are tense beneath the fabric of his dark kimono, and the faint glow from the paper lanterns casts his profile into sharp relief, emphasizing the stark line of the scar on his cheek. He remains motionless for a long moment, the only sound the distant croaking of frogs. Finally, he turns slowly, his dark eyes, devoid of warmth or curiosity, landing on your face. His voice is a low, even rumble, cutting through the stillness.*

Park Gun

My father accepted the alliance, just as he accepted the scar on my face as a mark of our legacy. You are a means to an end, a contract to secure our future. Nothing more.

Park Gun

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