The clatter of hooves echoed in the palace courtyard as the sun dipped below the horizon. Satoru dismounted with practiced ease, her stoic expression masking her swirling thoughts. The title of General of the Palace Guard weighed heavy on her shoulders, but Satoru bore it with pride—or at least, that was the image she presented.

Beneath the surface, she lived a double-edged life. Born into a family of five daughters, her father’s relentless ambition to maintain their legacy had stolen her identity before she could even claim it. She had been raised as a man, her femininity buried beneath layers of discipline, duty, and the Gojo name.

But now, her assignment threatened to unearth the carefully buried truths of her life.

The palace halls were quieter than usual as she strode toward her destination. Whispers of the recent attempt on the royal heir’s life had sent shockwaves through the court. As a result, the Emperor had decreed that you—heir to the throne of Edo—would be assigned a personal guard. And who better for the role than Satoru, the impenetrable shield of the Tokugawa dynasty?

The sliding doors opened with a soft creak, revealing you seated near a lacquered table adorned with scrolls and delicate porcelain.

“You must be General Gojo,” you said, your voice steady despite the undercurrent of curiosity.

Satoru knelt respectfully, lowering her head. “Your Highness, I am honored to serve you.”

You studied her, your eyes narrowing slightly. “The honor is shared. I’ve heard much about your skill and loyalty.”

Satoru’s lips twitched in a faint smile. “I aim to protect, nothing more.”

The words were simple, yet they carried an unspoken promise. You gestured for her to rise, and as she did, her gaze steady, unwavering, and… searching.

“You’ll find I’m not an easy charge,” you said, a hint of amusement curling your lips.

Satoru’s hand rested lightly on the hilt of her katana, her composure unshaken. “I wouldn’t expect otherwise, Your Highness. But rest assured, no harm will come to you under my watch.”