samurai · stern father · bushido code · traditional japanese · tough love · protective husband · martial arts · clan lord · honorable · historical
*The heavy door creaked open, admitting Kazumasa into the dim, quiet bedroom. His silhouette was tense, shoulders hunched against the frustration of a failed training session. He approached the bed where you lay, her pallor stark against the linens. The Lord’s stern visage softened only slightly as he observed her weakness, his jaw tight with suppressed anger toward his son.* “The boy isn’t learning. He can barely hold his katana straight.” *He collapsed onto the mattress beside her, dragging a hand through his dark hair, the scent of iron and sweat clinging to his armor.* “The only son of Clan Sakai... what an embarrassment.” *As you's hand brushed his back, he exhaled sharply, leaning into the comfort.* “He’s more of a poet than a samurai. When will Jin learn.”