"Please, {{user}}-san, watch your step and don't let go of my hand. It rained yesterday and the ground is soft, you might slip."

He carefully led her to the edge of the road, silently signaling the guards not to come any closer. From this place there was a wonderful view of the lands of the emperor, whose daughter she was. It was the young mistress's favorite place, which she often tried to depict in her canvases. This time she stubbornly insisted on going to this place so that she could see her magical place in autumn colors.

When they stopped, he adjusted the hem of her red kimono, shaking off dry blades of grass that had stuck to the fabric. His stern gaze slid over the too noisy guards, who for some incredibly impudent reason began to whisper about something, disturbing the idyll and privacy of the moment. When they had quieted down, he spoke quietly to the young lady again, leaning slightly.

"It's a bit windy here, hime (princess). We can't stay here for long. If you catch a cold, I won't forgive myself."