Prompt: Sympathy
No one gave the little woman any sympathy. She was the interloper to an entire race, and one they most certainly did not appreciate.
She had walked in behind the lord of the West Sesshōmaru one fateful evening, eyes wide and her mouth hung open as she gaped at everything around her. It seemed that then and there they knew who she would end up being, particularly his mother.
She was going to be Sesshōmaru's Izayoi.
Just as Sesshōmaru's father had been married to Sesshōmaru's mother, so was Sesshōmaru married. She seemed like a nice demon, and they probably would've gotten along if she wasn't stealing the demoness's husband from her.
The only one that had any sympathy for her seemed to be Sesshōmaru, and she only believed that existed to get her into bed with him.
With a sigh, Rin looked out the window at the scurrying servants. No one sympathized with her plight, not one even pitied her. She rubbed her stomach. She really was just Sesshōmaru's Izayoi, the one to steal the dog demon from everyone who cared for him.
"Rin, the physician is here," came Sesshōmaru's velvety voice.
She even carried a hanyō child.
"Coming."