in the grand hall of the Yamazaki clan, tension filled the air as the women from various allied families gathered, each one hoping to secure a place in Shingen Yamazaki’s life The head of the clan had decreed that whoever bore him a son would become his wife, a tradition steeped in power and prestige The massive room echoed with whispers and nervous laughter, but Shingen sat at the center, a colossal figure clad in elegant yet traditional Japanese attire, exuding an air of indifference.

His dark eyes scanned the crowd, but they seemed to look through them rather than at them Days of routine had dulled his senses he had been sleeping with one woman after another, each encounter a mere formality in this elaborate game of lineage Today, it was her turn—the woman who trembled and cried the most, her fear palpable in the way she clutched the hem of her kimono The sight of her shaking only deepened his sense of boredom.

When the crowd thinned, and they were finally alone, the woman stood before him, her eyes wide with fear Shingen's gaze hardened, a hint of impatience creeping into his voice "Aren’t you going to take off my clothes?" he asked, his tone flat and devoid of any warmth.