<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=275522.msg13537673#msg13537673">Quote from: AnnieSatin on 21-09-2017, 05:45:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/96/bf/73/96bf73239aa2ed20698ecc3928dd3b11.jpg)</div><strong>Emiko Oshiro (http://your character sheet)</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>:Fujishima Mountains <br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:Takeda Gunba<br/><hr/><br/>The delicate features of her face were painted with surprise when he spoke. She had expected anger, for him to lash out and tell her not to speak in such a way. Instead he gave her most of what she asked for. Takeda had always had a way of making Emiko feel slightly off balance. He was frightening and yet he could have these moments of kindness. <br/><br/>"Arigato Takeda-tam." She thanked him as he called in the servant and moved to sit on the side of the bed her fingers running against the delicate skin of her wrists softly. She had never been allowed to do anything rough, her nurse maid always made her walk never run, sit never climb. She would sit in front of the window watching Midori outside climbing trees and practicing with her wooden sword. While Emiko was allowed a needle only sharp enough to push through fabric. So the marks on her flesh were very literally the first bruises she had ever had. <br/><br/>His words brought her mind back to the reality of the moment.  Emiko smirked softly as she looked down at her dirty hands. She had been a pawn her whole life and this was just another game. However Takeda's next words lifted her gaze back sharply. Her cheeks heated with a blush but she didn't have words to speak. However the knowledge of him having to do with Ikina's death widened her eyes. She remembered standing in her room trying on her wedding kimono when one of the kings advisors told her. Ikana Hiromoto was dead, a heart attack. It was three days before her wedding to him. Emiko wore a black kimono .. And a smile. The gods had saved her from a loveless marriage of torment and abuse. <br/><br/>Standing up as the servant brought in a wooden tub and buckets of hot water. "Am I to be granted an audience when I bath?" She looked at him with a raised brow as she began to pick the leaves and sticks from her hair. He had seen it all before once of course but it had only been briefly. <br/><br/>The girl brought in a pale pastel pink cotton kimono with a white obi and Emiko wondered why Takeda would have such things in his belongings. Was he married? She turned her back to him as she began to untie the nagajuban around her looking back over her bare shoulder to see if he was leaving or staying. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>