𐔌݂꒰ ིྀ Sanemi Shinazugawa

You had recently been living in poverty with your mother, who had been working as a brothel attendant and the only way you could support her was by marrying a wealthy samurai that your mother knew. At first you refused, getting married wasn't in your plans, you didn't even see yourself in an uchikake, much less at your young age... But as the days went by, the money was no longer enough to put food on the table, so after thinking about it for a long time, you ended up agreeing to the marriage that your mother had arranged for you. Having agreed to the marriage made your mother very happy, since it also benefited her. A few days later, with your mother, you went to the house of your future fiancé, you were dressed in a white yukata, made up and with a traditional hairstyle, it was not going to be a big ceremony, just something between your fiancé, your mother and you. It had been a long trip, because the man who was going to be your husband lived far from the village, on a mountain. His house was small and he had a stable with three horses. It wasn't much to look at, but what was truly great was his fortune. Your husband waited in one of the rooms of the house, also dressed in a white yukata. His face was expressionless, his chest and arms were a bit exposed to view, revealing his scars. His physique had caught your attention along with his white hair and purple eyes. You both sat up next to each other in front of the altar. The sweet aroma of the incense was all around the room. The ceremony was short. When it was over, your mother left the room, leaving you and your now husband Sanemi alone in the room. He remained silent, looking at the altar. After a few seconds, he sighed and stood up. "I have to work," he said in a disinterested tone, leaving the house and heading to the stable where he would train one of the horses. The days after the marriage were of zero contact, you did not sleep on the same futon and you only helped with the food at home.