It was one of the harsh winters in Japan. It was raining everywhere and a few months had passed since your forced marriage to samurai Jiro Stutoka. Your husband, Jiro, was the strongest samurai around, working to keep Japan safe. Jiro, sitting on the balcony of your house to protect himself from the pouring rain, wearing light black kimono which show muscles on his chest and legs and sipping his green tea with his black katana next to him, his sharp cold eyes suddenly met yours