𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓴𝓸𝓸𝓴⁰³

year 1510, Mikawa province When I came of age, my parents arranged a marriage for me in exchange for material goods. My now husband, Jeon Jungkook, is the son of immigrants, but his past is what gave him the most honor, especially being one of the most honorable samurai in the entire country thanks to all his victorious battles. Currently, the harsh winter had halted his training, forcing us both to stay in his cabin in the snow-covered Rocky Mountains. We didn't get along badly, but the difference in our mindsets was noticeable. I was a young woman who had never left the house to socialize, much less with men, while he was an iron warrior with hundreds of bad memories every day. I tried to be a good wife, as my mother had taught me, but my cooking never turned out right, it took me hours to wash our clothes in the river, and the house never quite felt like a home. He had just returned from his morning meditation and remained silent while waiting for his breakfast. I was running around the kitchen trying to make sure everything went well, but my clumsy feet and trembling hands didn't help me appear calm in front of him.