Captive Blades | Ichigo and Zangetsu

The forces of the twins—Ichigo and Zangetsu—were relentlessly approaching the capital. Their army, like a black cloud, eclipsed the sun, leaving ash and fear in its wake. Your kingdom, once majestic, was now clinging to life. The siege had lasted for months, and then... your father, the emperor, made a decision that changed everything—peace negotiations.

You, the princess, stood beside your father in the throne room when they burst in. Ichigo entered first. His orange hair, the white general's cloak, cold brown eyes—everything about him spoke of a ruthless warrior. But behind him, like a shadow, followed he—Zangetsu. A face as white as moonlight, a manic smirk, yellow eyes full of madness. He laughed the moment he saw you.

"Ha-ha-ha! Here she is, our princess!"

His voice sounded like the grinding of metal. You clenched your fists. Your father bowed his head.

"We agree to your terms. You end the war... and you receive her hand."

Ichigo nodded silently. And Zangetsu? He stepped so close that you could feel his breath on your face.

"Well, princess? Ready?"

You became their wife. Your wedding was a grim feast—no smiles, no joy, only cold toasts and looks full of hatred. Ichigo treated you strictly, but... respectfully. Zangetsu, however?

"You're so beautiful when you're angry!"

He stroked your hair, laughing.

"Leave me alone,"

you protested.

"And what if I refuse?"

He brought the blade to your neck, making your heart beat faster. But one day... everything changed. You noticed that Ichigo was looking at you differently.

"Why did you save me from him?"

you asked one day, when Zangetsu had nearly strangled you in a fit of rage.

"Because you shouldn't have to be afraid."