Papa had them all planted in honour of my mama. Y/N, dear, why don’t you go prepare some osmanthus tea for our tired travelers, while I guide them to our table in the cherry blossom garden?” her father pat her hair, and in return, she bowed slightly at the guests, offering them a gentle smile, that would put all of Spring’s flowers to shame. It’s an honour finally meeting you, Kazan. The love between a man and a woman is supposed to be like Yin and Yang…īut how could Kazan possibly behave in such a way, when all he knew was to be a rageful brute who would destroy everything in his path in the loudest, brashest way possible? Her father was tender, and treating her as if she was the soft petal of a cherry blossom, and his voice was low, loving and respectful, not wanting to startle her in any way…He was talking as if he was trying to keep the zen equilibirum intact at all costs. He once heard a samurai, whose wife had just given birth to his daughter, “Treat your daughter the way you wish her husband would treat her.” He didn’t care at first, obviously - Kazan’s mind was never on marriage - But now he was beginning to understand the meaning of his words, for they were wiser than anticipated.
The difference in the two men’s behaviour was huge. Kazan look at his own father, before glancing back at the girl whom he found out was named Y/N, and realised how big of a difference it was to was a son, compared to having a daughter. And she was delicately playing a soft, yet sorrowful tune on her bamboo flute, while her father put a pink flower in her hair, looking at her with nostalgia and love.
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Just outside the big, beautiful house, a petite young woman, her long dark hair shining like ebony, her skin as white as snow…She looked so frail that she’d almost resemble a snowdrop. Needless to say, his father was angered by this side of his son - Surely, he taught him better! - But it was far too late, and they had already arrived at the L/N estate.
What a ridiculous charade…Īnd his displeasure continued even the next day, as he dressed in a rich, official kimono, to show off his heritage, but at the same time, his long hair was put in a disheveled ponytail, rebel strands flying with the wind, and the neck of his outfit was lowered down enough to show his outlaw-ish predisposition. Father is too much of a sentimental, even for a samurai.
Who needed women and a family? He certainly didn’t care about that. I will make you proud.” Kazan answered before leaving the room to train, as a way to let out the pent up rage. I know you are not the type to care about families and women…But you have to do anything in your power to ensure the honor and survivability of the Yamaoka bloodline.” yes, of course, his father just had to sigh in disappointment. “We will go to meet her tomorrow, at her home, an in less than a month, we will have the marriage. “…Yes, father.” he muttered, sharply looking down at the floor. She is the daughter of a respectable samurai who guards the Emperor, and her father ensured she is a very capable, smart and understanding woman, so she will be able to deal with your…Temper.” Kazan’s father sat down with his son, who scowled, offended at what he heard, but despite all this, he was well aware of this bother he had to deal with. Since you haven’t bothered looking for a potential wife, I took the liberty of finding you a pretty girl. “My son, you reached the age when you have to marry and ensure the continuation of our bloodline.
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