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"Ha? What marriage?"
Around him, his harem gasped and, in shock, a courtesan forgot to tip the sake bottle back. Kyo coolly lifted the overflowing sakazuki to his lips and glared at the stuttering messengers.
The vassals bowed after every sentence. It was like watching shell-shocked soldiers rock back and forth.
"Sakuya-hime has agreed."
"To what?"
"Our union." Shyly, Sakuya entered with luxurious silk spilling in elegant layers. She was almost unrecognisable with her face made up and her glossy black hair softly pulled back by strands of gold.
Nothing made sense, but still, her beauty took his breath away.
ms91: sakazuki: flat saucer-like cup
