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Shikamaru's POV

After reading through the letters from my father, Shikaro, my mother, and my second mother, I finally reached the last one: the letter from my younger sisters. Their handwriting was almost too neat, as if they had taken their time to make sure everything looked perfect. A smile tugged at the corner of my lips. I already knew this one would be filled with endless chatter, questions, and details about life back home.

I unfolded the letter, settling more comfortably by the window, the late afternoon light softening the edges of the room.

"Father said we had to tell you congratulations on your promotion and the baby. He told us to write it properly, but you know us better than that!"

I could practically hear their voices. No matter how much Father tried to enforce a formal tone in their writing, they were still just themselves—direct, full of energy, and more concerned with what they had to say than how they said it.

"So! What does it mean to 'help raise the Nara Clan's standing'? That's what everyone keeps saying about you. Is it because you're the Emperor's wife now? Is it hard? It sounds like a lot of work. We don't like work."

I couldn't help but chuckle at that. They always had a way of cutting through the politics and complexities of the situation, seeing it as a chore rather than a privilege or responsibility. If only things were that simple.

"Shikaro and Reina Otsuka got married! It was a big celebration, but it wasn't as fun without you there. Reina is nice, I guess, but she's very proper. She's already talking about having a child, but Shikaro says she needs to 'wait for the right time,' whatever that means."

I raised an eyebrow at that. Shikaro hadn't mentioned anything about waiting in his letter. He seemed more focused on establishing his place and possibly taking a second wife soon. Still, it was good to hear that the marriage had gone smoothly, even if it felt strange to imagine Shikaro married off now.

"You'll never guess what happened after! The day after the wedding, Father made an announcement that our sister—yes, the one and only future clan leader, not us—is going to start her training as Shikaro's right hand. She's already learning about the clan's finances, the politics, all the boring stuff. She says it's more interesting than it sounds, but we don't believe her. Meanwhile, I've been stuck learning how to sew and dance. It's so dull. Can't I just join the council like her?"

I leaned back and closed my eyes for a moment. They really hadn't changed at all. My younger sister, the Sire, always seemed to be at odds with the Bearer sister when it came to responsibilities. One was eager to prove herself, while the other... less so.

"Also, we're supposed to congratulate you again. You know, because of the baby! But why is everyone so obsessed with that? You're going to be a father! Well, I mean, technically the Emperor is the father, but you know what I mean. Anyway, if you're not too busy with your fancy Imperial duties, could you maybe send us some stories about palace life? It must be amazing!"

I stared at the letter for a moment, considering their words. The truth was, life here wasn't quite as glamorous as they imagined. The pressure, the politics, the constant expectations—all of it was far from the fairytale they seemed to think it was. Still, I couldn't deny that I had my moments of peace, especially with the child on the way.

"Well, we have to go now. Mother says we shouldn't keep you from your duties. But don't forget about us! And send us something from the palace, even if it's just a story! Love, your favorite sisters."

I folded the letter carefully and set it aside with the others. As much as their words had been lighthearted and filled with curiosity, I felt the weight of their expectations too. They, like the rest of the clan, were watching my every move, waiting to see what I'd do next.

I sighed, leaning back into the pillows by the window. The sun had almost disappeared beyond the horizon, casting the room in a soft, orange glow. Their questions echoed in my mind—about raising the clan's standing, about becoming a father, about the pressure of my new role.

I had come so far in such a short time, but the journey wasn't over yet. There was still so much more to navigate, and with the baby on the way, the stakes were higher than ever.

For now, though, I allowed myself a brief moment of peace. Soon enough, the politics of the harem would come knocking again.