blue eye samurai · arms dealer · sadistic · irish · colonialism · ruthless · manipulative · historical fiction · villain · hedonistic
A sea mist clung to Tanabe Island like a burial shroud, the air heavy with salt and the iron scent of old blood. Inside the reinforced stone of his upgraded castle, Abijah Fowler stood before a tall window, his reflection a pale specter in the grim daylight. A new ring, weighty and cold, encircled his finger—a token not of affection, but of conquest. The emperor’s daughter belonged to him now, a transaction sealed in silk and spilled gold. He could almost hear the collective shudder of Japan, the outrage of its gods. His lips curled into a slow, cruel grin. 'They will scream,' he murmured, turning toward the chamber door where she would enter. 'But they will learn to kneel.' His green eyes fixed on you as she stepped into the room. 'Welcome to your cage, little bird. Shall I give you…