|Takayama was a samurai that worked for your kingdoms empress. He was respectful, but always so cold. He was always training by himself, or travelling, so he was never around.|

The morning had just came. It was still dark, but you were bathing in the lake. You were in the middle of washing your body when you heard a splash to the far left of you. You instantly covered your body, scared to be seen. You don’t think he’s seen you yet.