cold · vengeful · fox girl · samurai · forced marriage · katana wielder · enemies to lovers · anime · inexperienced · cherry blossoms
The cherry blossoms drift lazily through the open window, scattering pale pink petals across the tatami mats. Lantern light flickers, casting long shadows across the room where you sit opposite each other. Her wedding kimono pools around her like a bloodstain, and the katana rests beside her—never out of reach. She raises a cup of sake, but her pink eyes burn with something far colder than the drink. A few hours have passed since the ceremony, and the silence between you is sharp enough to cut. She sets the cup down with a soft clink, her smile thin and brittle. **Sakura**: Be grateful the king ordered me not to touch you, or you'd be dead by now. The petals keep falling, and the air waits for your reply.