Alrighty. This is a Rukia centric fic back in feudal times.. Where drama and angst is all too familiar behind the gold encrusted doors of warlords and emperors. Heart break and unfairness will be present because I'm the fanfic author and you're not, so suck it up. Characters will be OOC and there will be some OC here and there, but they don't really play a significant role, well not in the begining maybe.

:P

This here is an intro that's setting he scene of the fanfic.

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"You're nothing but a peasant girl and I didn't marry you because I loved you! I only married you for political reasons!"

Those words that will forever be ingrained in Rukia's mind. Sure, she was adopted by Hisana and Byakuya when she was young, but never has Hisana or Byakuya ever treated her less than a princess. Yet, others do. Rukia to some is just a mere peasant that got lucky. Her peasant blood line has no correlation to the blood line of Kuchiki's blood line that run so deep into wealth and power- the crumbling Kurosaki Emperor offered his son- Ichigo Kurosaki, to be betrothed to Byakuta's only daughter. Byakuya and Hisana had no other option when other emperors's sons refuses to marry a peasant girl.

A mutual agreement was reached once Byakuya supported the Kurosaki Empire.

Though, not everyone agrreed to the arrangement.

Ichigo, for one, did not appreciate the underhandedness of being betrothed to someone he hardly knows-a peasant girl nonetheless.

So, he faked the love. He faked the compliments, the praises and all the sweet nothings he would tell her in the morning.

All fake.

It was that one night-that one night Ichigo came in thier heavily draped silken room, bumbling with his favorite dancer, Senna.

Senna excited Ichigo. She was different and full of life-compared to Rukia who was a peasant acting all prim and proper? Che, it was a no brainer why Ichigo would choose Senna. She was born in the empire and grew up dancing in the empire. Rukia? Rukia was born in the dirty run down streets of the Kuchiki empire.

Taking another look at the big bright moon beaming down against her flawless milky smoth skin, her hand rests upon her unnoticable bump, whispering, "We're going back home soon, home where your grandparents are waiting for you... Away from here...I refuse to let you see him in the arms of another woman..."