Fingers curl together, hands drawn close, and in the faint light from the window a ring glitters. It is a small thing, perhaps, to hold hands with your husband, but it is something that Kiki refuses to take for granted. People say to count your blessings, and she has been.
There was a chance that they wouldn't be here, wouldn't be together, that love was a limited glance, a ten second stare, and instead, it became something lifelong, and a way was made and was found that led them to here.
It is Mitsuhide's hand in hers, a steady warmth, a delicate blessing, and when so many nobles marry strictly for politics, there is a little something to be treasured here, when love made two people familiar and gave them the ability to fight side by side together. And it is here where love is often tested, just to be rediscovered in each test.
It is here, where a meeting can drag on, but a hand will find hers anyway. It is here, where they can make ends meet or rather make what is difficult come together seamlessly to build a better future, a better legacy, for their children.
And when the room dies down to quiet, and they are apart from others, it is here where she can lean onto her tiptoes and two pairs of lips meet. Another blessing. A kiss between two that fell in love and made it their goal to work through every obstacle together.
It is like light streaming into a window or more accurately the beautiful light that flows from the sun, when you stand outside and feel each ray pour over you. That is what this is like.
This is a blessing, just to be together like this, and to be able to stay just this close as well.