"You are an odd creature."
Her smile was genuine, yet melancholy tainted her aura. "Would you rather have a doormat as a wife? Someone more concerned with how she looks than what's going on in the kingdom? How the people are being treated?"
Unfamiliar emotions once again stirred within him.
The miko was a source of immeasurable strength—the limit of power coursing through her veins had yet to be seen.
It was her passion that set her apart. She had always been more efficient with social politics than him. Sesshoumaru provided the basics for the Western Stronghold. Protection. Sustenance. Shelter.
What would the miko provide if given the chance?
