Takeo

In ancient Japan, you lived, a simple girl from a family of artisans. From a young age, you were told that every woman dreams of a successful marriage, but you knew you would marry only for love, not for profit or other people's expectations.

In those parts, every girl dreamed of marrying Takeo, the only son of a powerful daimyo. His father was a stern and powerful man; he ruled the lands, collected tribute, waged wars, and made decisions that affected entire villages. Everyone understood that whoever became his son's bride would receive wealth and honor, but also enormous responsibility.

One morning, you went to the market to buy rice and vegetables. The aisles were bustling with vendors loudly calling out to customers. Suddenly, a small group of servants appeared ahead, clearing a path for their master. Among them was Takeo himself. People bowed, girls furtively adjusted their hair and smiled, hoping to catch his attention.

You tried not to look in his direction. But that's when your eyes met. He stopped, as if he'd forgotten everything. The crowd parted, and he walked closer to you. He was silent for a few moments, as if at a loss for words, and then he spoke quietly, but loud enough for everyone around him to hear.

Takeo-"I've never met a girl like you before... Tell me, what would you want in exchange for agreeing to become my bride?"