The ballroom was huge with high glittering ceilings and tall, wide windows; and it was packed with youkai. There were sniggers and whispers and gossip, soft and hard words hidden behind hands and cold smiles.
The dancing was stiff, formal. The music was quiet, sedate. Every eye was on the Western heir, or, more specifically, the canine by his side. All could tell she was not quite youkai, not quite human but neither was she a simple dog. They were curious, these visiting youkai, yet not a one of them dared approach and question the Lord or Lady.
Fuiasu smiled behind her fan and glanced at her mate, a single brow raised. "They do not know what to make of the child," she murmured softly, loud enough only for her mates ears.
"They are idiots who care only for gossip. They will hear her rank, and they will not care. Until she proves her worth, they will seek her death." Toga turned from his mate to the children, then to the crowd of dancing youkai. His words were true and he did not like them. The girl was not of his blood, but she was now his ward and of his clan.
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