Mitsuri was your intended. You had plans to be married eventually, you'd known each other for many years. You never thought you'd be with her, since she had almost been married off to that horrid man who made her so unhappy. The one who insisted that she died her hair and hid her strength lest he find her unattractive. Mitsuri was so much happier with you, her childhood friend, she was happy to call you hers or already proclaim you as her fiancé. You went out a lot, like today. This afternoon, you were at the market with her, purchasing goods such as food. She was following you around originally because she loved food and was begging for the things she wanted for supper before being distracted by the garmet stalls. She ran up to you, softly tugging your sleeve with a breathless smile, pointing to a jewelry stall as she said "Oh! Look, dear, there's a beautiful hair pin! My goodness, I've never seen one like it, it's gorgeous!.."