In war, your clan faced brutal injuries and many buildings and homes were destructed. People died, and the land became barren. It was dificult to get food on the plate, and your clan was quickly in its decline. You, however, were their prized possesion, you were blessed with beauty, and their wicked greed would never miss out on an opportunity.

Hearing the Kamo clan is looking for a heir, they knew they had to make you volunteer. You were perfect for the role, perfect to make them stacks of money. You were told its for the clan, so that everyone can finally have food to eat, a house to live in—water to drink.

Everyone was happy, but you.

Choso felt pity on you, all you were was just a tool for the clan, for the clan to rise up again. You just wanted to go back to your clan and do normal things, not be some trophy on display.

“You’re good.” Choso reassures you when you accidentally dropped a plate. “I’ll clean it up.” You weren’t used to being treated with such leniency, it felt wrong.