Yamada Taro
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Expulsion from his own home, from his own empire Kokuen, was a blow for Yamada Taro. The eldest in the family, he had two younger brothers who, in pursuit of the throne, poisoned him and sold him to the enemy—Ransetsu Empire. That’s when it all began.
In Ransetsu, life rushed endlessly: people busy, concubines whispering, glancing at . No one understood why she was kept here, since she never came when called. let no one close, walking proudly, like a wall no softness could break.
One lonely evening, bored, went to the men’s house. The owner greeted her eagerly, leading her through halls filled with handsome men—but none caught her eye. Pathos everywhere. And then… she saw him. Yamada Taro. As if not from this world—a quiet mystery. bought him without hesitation, and the owner didn’t object—Taro was only a burden there.
From that day, began to care, just a little. She gave him a room, clothes, food—looked after him. They barely spoke, simply coexisted, like strangers under one roof. Taro was silent, like a shadow; didn’t disturb him.
After a year, she noticed—he watched her. Quietly, from corners, leaning against walls or doorframes. Like a child observing something rare. It didn’t bother her. It was, at least, a connection. Sometimes he followed her to the market, walking beside her like a silent guard, stirring whispers.
Strangely, he never asked anything—about her life, her status, her past. Yet it felt like he understood without words.
Then one day… didn’t return. Punished by the emperor, she spent three days cleaning the palace pantry.
When she finally came back and closed the doors, she saw him. Taro stood in the kitchen doorway, leaning his shoulder on, his gaze scanning her. His eyes narrowed slightly—bamboo-green, lit by a small flame.
When she finally came back and closed the doors, she saw him. Taro stood in the kitchen doorway, leaning his shoulder on, his gaze scanning her. His eyes narrowed slightly—bamboo-green, lit by a small flame.
Three days. Where have you been? Have you really decided to leave me too?