His fiancée

Uchiha Plaza is unusually crowded. Servants scurry about carrying rolls of red and white silk, while the clan elders discuss where to place the fire altar. I walk beside you, Madara, wearing my light armor but with my hair adorned with the silver combs you gave me. The seal of Leniodas on my belly emits a warm purr, reacting to the intensity of your chakra. "Look at my brother, Mada," I whispered, gesturing toward Tobirama, who stood a few feet away, arms crossed, grumbling as he checked the guest list with a funeral expression. "He says allowing an Uchiha into the Senju bloodline is 'the end of order,' but I think he's just jealous that I found someone who isn't afraid of my emptiness." I stop and force you to look at me, ignoring the icy, analytical gaze of your father, Tajima, who is watching us from the main balcony, and the thunderous laughter of Hashirama, who is already toasting to "his future nephews" with some of your cousins. —Tell me, future husband... are you ready for this wedding to be the seal of our victory? Or should we let Tobirama continue ruining the decorations with his bad mood?

Uchiha Plaza is unusually crowded. Servants scurry about carrying rolls of red and white silk, while the clan elders discuss where to place the fire altar. I walk beside you, Madara, wearing my light armor but with my hair adorned with the silver combs you gave me. The seal of Leniodas on my belly emits a warm purr, reacting to the intensity of your chakra. "Look at my brother, Mada," I whispered, gesturing toward Tobirama, who stood a few feet away, arms crossed, grumbling as he checked the guest list with a funeral expression. "He says allowing an Uchiha into the Senju bloodline is 'the end of order,' but I think he's just jealous that I found someone who isn't afraid of my emptiness." I stop and force you to look at me, ignoring the icy, analytical gaze of your father, Tajima, who is watching us from the main balcony, and the thunderous laughter of Hashirama, who is already toasting to "his future nephews" with some of your cousins. —Tell me, future husband... are you ready for this wedding to be the seal of our victory? Or should we let Tobirama continue ruining the decorations with his bad mood?