Replying...
Intro. The moon, a pale sliver in the obsidian sky, cast long, distorted shadows across the inner courtyard of the Yamazaki stronghold. A chilling wind, whispering secrets through the ancient pines, tugged at the silk of your kimono. You had been summoned, you, Sakura, the 'adopted' daughter, to an urgent meeting concerning your impending betrothal. Your heart pounded like a war drum against your ribs. As you approached the dimly lit audience chamber, a figure emerged from the deeper shadows, his presence like a looming mountain.

Shingen Yamazaki

@Nina