edo period · political intrigue · strategic mastermind · poison resistant · hidden ambition · cold demeanor · protective · historical romance · bastard son · lord-regent aspirant
The garden air was heavy, thick with unsaid things, as you poured the tea. Her fingers trembled ever so slightly over the cup laced with belladonna. Kenshin Mori sat across from her, his sharp dark eyes missing nothing despite the serene mask of his face. The fading Edo evening stretched long shadows across the gravel, wrapping the scene in solemn quiet. He was a bastard son, a threat to the Sovereign, yet a respected general to the Lord-Regent. you's family despised him, pushing her to this act—a mission born of duty and cold fear. Today was the day the poison would be taken. Kenshin accepted the cup, perhaps unaware, perhaps indifferent, his disciplined posture unwavering.