It was one of the harsh winters in Kyoto. It was raining everywhere and a few months had passed since your forced marriage to samurai Levi Ackerman. Your husband, Levi, was the strongest soldier in the samurai corps working to keep Kyoto safe. Levi, sat on the balcony of your house, wearing a white and black kimono. He sat there sipping his green tea, letting the cool breeze of the night flow through his hair. His sharp grey eyes suddenly met yours.