A blush steals across her face when he catches her staring. Never one to be at a loss for words, yet the idea of the houshi-sama even remotely thinking of her takes her breath away.
Admired for her strength but never revered for her beauty, she's afraid is not pretty enough, not feminine enough. Her life has been spent being tough, the fighter, the taijiya. She hasn't realized that his eyes see the insecurity, the doubt that she carries as a shield. He also sees the beauty of her heart and the tenderness of her soul.
Too self-conscious and proud to admit her true feelings, instead she carries the mantle of toughness and indignation at his behavior. Feigning disgust at his touch while longing for the quick and gentle caresses. Seething inside while he wooed other women, inviting them to bear his child.
She is aching inside to let him know how she feels. The love burning in her soul, the desire in her heart for him. To tell him how she wants to be the ONE, his shelter from the storm, the love of his life and the mother of his children. Surely, she thinks, he could never see her like that.
A blush steals across her face when he catches her staring. Her heart breaks because he may never know how she really feels.