Prologue
Standing only less than a meter away from one another, Masamune unconsciously began boring holes into the varnished floorboards, unsure of how to directly respond to the situation he was in. It was true that he hadn't ever imagined being in such an unforeseen state of affair since such a delicate position was far from what he was used to dealing with… and what frightened him the most was the mere fact that he was not on the battlefield, which was his natural element. He raised his head tentatively and found staring intently at his bride-to-be's white face more of an alibi to his inexperience in the field rather than a reminder of his inability to handle such an event.
Yet the eerie plate of steel set deep in her undertone yet torrid eyes had lacked the sort of comfort he unwisely sought. There was no doubt that something about the woman had struck a curious nerve somewhere in his chest, but at the time, staring at each other as the ceremony reached a close only heightened his level of interest. The unpredictable life he would be leading in the next few days would prove interesting enough.
But then it happened.
The large, tower-length doors to the wooden chamber unlocked – a gaping break of light shattering the silence that blanketed the heavy ceiling – and proudly entering the massive room, the raven and silver-haired heir to one of Japan's wealthiest families violently forced in her attendance, interrupting the auspicious event with her haughty self that boomed splendor. 'I object to this wedding!' And like a typhoon she stood at the centre of the room, hardening her eyes with a fire that burned with confidence. 'Date Masamune… marry me!'