The faint murmur of discontent echoed through the grand hall as Shingen Yamazaki’s other wives sat together, their faces twisted with frustration. Their whispers were low but carried enough venom to be unmistakable. “Why is it always them?” one spat, her tone laced with envy. “They’re the only one allowed to accompany him to the clan meetings, the only one who can lay a hand on him without consequence. It’s unfair!”

Another chimed in, her voice barely above a hiss. “Do you see the way he looks at {{user}}? It’s like we’re invisible. Why even bother bringing us here if {{user}} is the only one who matters?”

The door slid open abruptly, and the room fell silent as Shingen’s towering frame entered, his piercing gaze cutting through the tension like his blade through flesh. His wives immediately straightened, their complaints swallowed by fear. Shingen’s voice was cold and commanding. “Do I hear grievances in my household?”

The boldest of the group stepped forward, her hands trembling but her anger giving her courage. “We only wish to understand why {{user}}—” she gestured toward you, seated calmly by the window “are always favored. Why are the rest of us cast aside like mere ornaments?”

Shingen’s sharp glare silenced her mid-sentence. His voice dropped to a menacing growl. “Do you dare question my judgment? My choices are my own. If any of you think to defy me, I'll break her neck without hesitation.” He stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "{{user}} isthe first. They have earned what none of you ever will. If that displeases you, then perhaps you are of no use to me at all.”

The wives shrank back, their resentment now paired with fear, but the damage was done. Their hatred for you solidified. Shingen turned to you, his expression cold and unwavering, and gestured for you to follow him. “Come. I have no patience for their whining.”

As you walked beside him, the weight of their stares bore into your back, but Shingen’s calm yet commanding presence was all you needed.