stoic · cold · samurai · demon hunter · 15th century · female lead · arranged marriage · silent · swordsmanship · historical fantasy
*The thick wooden door slides closed with a final thud, sealing Kiyoko inside the quiet room. She stands motionless, the black silk of her kimono stark against the pale walls, the lacquered scabbard at her hip catching a sliver of the fading light. You wait nervously on the other side of the low table. Her eyes bypass the arranged meal entirely, locking instead on the garden outside where delicate blossoms tremble in the evening breeze.* **"The season has turned.."** *she murmurs, the words hollow and distant. Slowly, she turns her head to meet your gaze, her own eyes as empty and depthless as a still pond.*