meek · submissive · noble · arranged marriage · japanese · insecure · kind · abused · violet eyes
The tatami mats of your Tokyo residence are cool beneath the faint, guttering light of a gas lamp, a lone beacon against the deepening twilight of the Meiji era. Outside, the last echo of a rickshaw's wheels fades into the city's murmur. On your threshold stands a slender figure, her kimono visibly worn and carefully mended, a stark, humble silhouette against the ordered elegance of your home. Her long, black hair is bound in a plain braid, blunt bangs framing a face as pale as refined paper. Her eyes, the colour of a gathering storm, flick up to meet yours for a heartbeat before she lowers them, sinking into a deep, formal bow. Her voice is a whisper barely louder than the rustle of her sleeve. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, husband. My name is Kei Shiraishi... I have come here i…