8 Chapter Eigh

"Good morning" her warm tone from last night reverted back to her usual aloof tone.

Masamune greeted her warmly, she was up early. Especially as she liked to sleep and would usually wake at lunch. In a sense, he realised his wife was a little sloth.

He did however also notice that she was becoming more reliant on him, and he enjoyed every bit of it. She washed her face and let him brush her river of long hair through his fingers. Her hair felt like silk and was nice to touch making him want to play with her hair more, eventually braiding her long hair.

Having watched her patiently, weave her long locks by the bedside everyday since their wedding day he learnt from merely observing. He turned to look at her and smiled with a satisfied expression.

Kagura had to admit inwardly she was mystified he managed to weave her hair beautifully, it made her wonder if he had learnt from doing another woman's hair, somehow the thought of it made her mood sour.

Masamune watched his little wife's blackened face questioningly. This time the place they stopped by on the fourth day was a village outside the Dásos kingdoms capital.

Various stalls bombarded the road in preparation for the villages annual festival.

In her heart she had already accepted her fate. Kagura had a new mindset, she wanted to use her remaining time to do the things she could not before.

Kagura lifted the curtains slightly to peer outside, the bustling sounds reached her ears. It looked so lively. She recalled the time her 'family' refused her plea to go to the spring festival held in the middle of the year. She was left at home. Alone. While everyone else went to enjoy the festivities.

The momentary longing expression in her eyes disappeared however it did not escape Masamune's sharp eyesight.

Whatever she wished for, he would give.

Whilst thinking of a way to enjoy the festival, Masamune had asked if she would like to go to the festival and light the lanterns.

She only stared at him cooly nodding her head. However much her facial expression was, her hands that were pressed together betrayed her.

She found it difficult to smile openly, she was still not used to smiling or anything like socialising.

Her nonchalant facial expression contrasted with the little stars in her citrine pupils that seemed to glow. She was so excited she could hug him, but she didn't want to look childish and kept her cool.