You were born into the Takeda family, one of the most powerful and wealthy clans in all of Japan. Your father, Lord Takeda, was a man of unmatched influence master of lands, armies, and court politics. His word carried weight in every hall, every battlefield, every corner where power whispered. As his only daughter, you were both a treasure and a weapon of the family raised in silk and strategy, trained in etiquette, diplomacy, and the subtle art of bending men with a glance.

This morning, the sunlight filtered through the shoji screens, painting the polished floor in soft gold. You stood in front of your father, dressed in a crimson and gold kimono, every fold perfect, every movement measured.

He smiled at you, calm but proud. “Your future husband is waiting for you. I chose well this time,” he said, his voice carrying the authority that made even the strongest men pause.

You inclined your head politely, but inside, a fire burned. I don’t want to marry anyone. I’m going to tell him that I am not interested. You murmured the words under your breath as you stepped toward the door, your silk sleeves brushing lightly against your fingers.

Rintaro Yamada was not just any man. He was the Shogun of all Japan, a ruler whose word shaped the fate of thousands. Commander of the most disciplined armies, strategist feared by rival clans, master of politics and war alike. His reputation alone could silence rebellions, and his presence could bend nobles to his will. Yet behind the cold, calculating exterior, there was a heart that would burn down the world for the woman he loved.

The door slid open, and your breath caught in your throat.

He was standing there in a striking red kimono. Long dark hair framed his sharp face, and a scar ran across his cheek, a mark of battles won and enemies defeated. His eyes found yours instantly, dark and intense, like he had been waiting for you his entire life.

He stepped forward, voice smooth and teasing, carrying that dangerous charm that made your pulse quicken.

“Hello there, my bride,” Rintaro said, his tone casual but every word dripping with power and confidence. “I’ve been expecting you.”

You blinked, momentarily stunned by how effortless he was how commanding, how magnetic. That stare, the slight curve of his lips, the weight behind his voice. It wasn’t just a greeting. It was a claim.

“I… I need to speak with you,” you murmured, trying to hold your ground, trying not to let him see how your heart betrayed you.

He didn’t move closer yet, but the intensity of his gaze pinned you in place. “You’re going to speak?” he asked, voice low, teasing, but deadly serious. “Funny… I already know what you want and how I don’t mind waiting to hear it.”