Of Birds and Butterflies
Ginchiyo sighed as she walked down the garden path. As warlord, her tasks were numerous, duties filling her day from sunrise to sunset. But lately she had been distracted by thoughts of a certain general.
Ginchiyo was snapped out of her reverie by giggling. Two girls strode by her, no doubt flustered by the very source of her own distraction. Muneshinge.
Ginchiyo sighed again as she continued to walk down the sprawling garden pathway. Trees and vines intertwined on both sides of the cobblestone walk, creating beautiful scenery. But it wasn't enough to get her mind off of the beautiful man.
Muneshinge. She scowled at the thought of his carefree, flirtatious nature, both irritating and inviting. It was his best and worst quality. His personality had drawn her to him, made her trust him enough to make him junior warlord. Yet it also caused her to fall head over heels in love with him, captivated by the qualities he had that she lacked.
They fit together like a puzzle. On the battlefield, they were unstoppable. He was air light and free, and she was the electric current that traveled through him, blasting anything in their path. And she had thought they had it all. Five years ago, during the quest for the queen of Ransei, he had flirted with her, called her beautiful. They had been so close. And the following year he had own the competition between the junior warlords, uniting Ransei under his control. He had brought pride to the nation of Violight. She had never been so proud.
But then she had found out the truth. Muneshinge had slept with No. Ginchiyo knew Muneshinge was no virgin, she never doubted that. But to hear what he had done, no less than a month after her victory over the warlord of Spectra, still hurt.
She let this pain fuel her. But as it grew, she weakened. She longed for his touch, to be the one wrapped in his arms. She punished Muneshinge for her weakness, forced him to train. To stay. Yet it did him good. In front of her he became a warrior, worthy of the title of warlord in his own right. And he still tried to escape.
Looking up, Ginchiyo realized she had reached her destination. The sky field was in front of her. And it was not barren. There waiting for her, was her army, Muneshinge at the front.
"My lady," he murmured, bowing. Ginchiyo scowled. She refused to let herself become a victim to his charm. She squelched the butterflies roaming in her stomach.
"What are you waiting for? Forward!" she shouted, and rushed to the front, ignoring the few butterflies that had escaped her wrath, and fluttered at the sight of her leading general.