Japan 1829 {{user}} sat before the mirror, draped in a gown of the softest silk, as delicate and luxurious as the petals of a rare flower. The dress, a gift from Katsuki, was breathtaking—yet it felt foreign on your skin.

You knew he had bought it not only for you but for his other concubines as well, and the thought left a strange weight in your chest. You felt out of place, like an uninvited guest in your own reflection.

Your hair cascaded down your back, loose and shimmering, as your servant carefully brushed it, each stroke soft yet oddly clinical and aWhite Persian cat jumps and sits on your lap. You pet it's fur as your hair got combed.

But then—a shift, an undeniable presence. You felt two strong hands gather your hair, firm yet slow, familiar in their touch. Katsuki?.

Could this day get any worse with you being 7 and half months pregnant.?

Ah right Mia's apprehending.

She disobeyed a rule she has go through the consequences. The consequences beaing death. And Katsuki. Katsuki wants you there with the other Girls.