The ride to his estate was a tense one for Shikuro. The day's earlier events had already put him on edge, and now, the thought of being late and leaving Princess Shikihime waiting only added to his frustration. "Why is nothing going according to plan today?" he muttered to himself, his mind racing with the potential implications of this latest oversight.
As he approached the estate, his fears were confirmed. The princess was indeed waiting at the gate, a small group of attendants and guards at her side. Shikuro's heart sank at the sight. Stepping out of his carriage, he hurried to Shikihime, offering a sincere apology for the delay.
Shikihime responded with a gentle smile, her words gracious. "Everything is alright, Archduke Shikuro," she assured him. However, Shikuro caught a glimpse of something else in her eyes – a hint of distrust, a piercing gaze that seemed to see through his apologies. He realized that his first impression had not been a favorable one, and the damage was done.
Despite his disappointment in himself, Shikuro was relieved that Shikihime did not escalate the situation. He silently vowed to make amends and ensure that the rest of her stay would be as smooth as possible.
A small letter was handed to him, detailing the composition of Shikihime's envoy. Ten guards and ten attendants – a surprisingly small number, considering her status. Shikuro had expected a much larger entourage. This revelation meant that additional personnel would need to be assigned to her mansion to ensure proper security and support.
A glance was all it took for Ingrid to understand the situation. Shikuro's subtle eye movement towards the letter was enough for her to grasp the urgency. She nodded in acknowledgment, ready to take action. Her efficiency and understanding in these matters were invaluable, and Shikuro was grateful for her presence.
As Shikihime and her entourage were escorted into the estate, Shikuro took a moment to observe her. Despite the simplicity of her envoy, there was an air of command about her, a quiet confidence that spoke of her strength and resilience. It was clear that Shikihime was not a typical princess, and Shikuro knew that the situation during her stay at the estate would be anything but ordinary.
With the day's complications still fresh in his mind, Shikuro resolved to be more vigilant and proactive. The arrival of Shikihime marked the beginning of a new chapter, one that would require all his skills as a leader and diplomat. As he followed the procession into the estate, he mentally prepared himself for the challenges ahead, determined to restore trust and build a stable foundation for their future interactions.
As Shikihime walked through the halls of the estate, her mind was a maze of thoughts and suspicions. The knowledge that Shikuro was withholding information made her wary, her senses heightened to every word and gesture. Her attire, a stunning dark purple robe adorned with golden thread, was both elegant and foreign to her. The long sleeves and decorative boots were unfamiliar, yet she carried herself with grace and poise, a testament to her adaptability and resolve.
During the tour, Shikuro provided her with an overview of the estate's security protocols. His mention that only Ingrid and Erik were privy to his schedule was a clear indication of the tight circle of trust he maintained. His offer to allow her to inquire about his whereabouts, albeit without the promise of regular updates, was understood by Shikihime as a tactical move. He was cautiously acknowledging her presence in his realm while simultaneously safeguarding his own interests.
The conversation then shifted to more personal matters, with Shikuro making an effort to express interest in Shikihime's background. His questions about her family and journey to his duchy seemed calculated, avoiding any deeply personal inquiries. Shikihime sensed that his knowledge of her was likely more extensive than his questions suggested. She navigated the conversation with careful honesty, providing answers that were genuine yet measured.
Shikihime's decision not to ask questions of her own was deliberate. She was still assessing Shikuro, gauging his intentions and the extent of his sincerity. Each answer she gave was laced with an unspoken question – what was his true purpose in this dialogue?
As they continued their walk through the estate, the atmosphere was one of polite formality, yet underneath lay a current of unspoken understanding. Both Shikuro and Shikihime were players in a complex game of politics and power, each trying to decipher the other's moves.
Shikihime's eyes, though calm, were constantly observing, taking in every detail of her surroundings and the man who was to be her husband. She knew that understanding Shikuro and the situation at his court was crucial for her.
As the tour concluded, Shikihime found herself more determined to uncover the truths that lay hidden beneath the surface. She realized that in this world of intrigue and strategy, knowledge was power, and she was prepared to play the long game.
The dinner at Shikuro's estate was an affair filled with undercurrents of unspoken thoughts and careful maneuvers. When Shikihime inquired about Shikuro's favorite place in the city, her question was more than just small talk. His response about the marketplace, while seemingly innocuous, opened a window into his perspective.
Her follow-up request to visit the marketplace, seemingly casual, was a strategic move. Shikuro's hesitation and cautious response, suggesting the need for arrangements, did not escape her notice. It was clear to Shikihime that her movements within the city would be monitored and possibly restricted, a realization that did little to ease the growing tension she felt. Yet, outwardly, she maintained her composure, her smile never wavering.
The dinner conversation took a turn when Shikuro inquired about the small size of Shikihime's envoy, a question that momentarily unsettled her and her attendants. The pause before her response was palpable, a brief moment of vulnerability that was swiftly masked.
Kage, ever attentive, leaned in to offer a discreet whisper. With a newfound clarity, Shikihime answered, attributing the decision to a request from the archduke's office. According to her, they had been advised not to bring a large retinue as the estate was already well-prepared to accommodate them.
This revelation caused a visible reaction among Shikuro's party. The atmosphere at the dinner table shifted noticeably, the air now thick with implications. If Shikihime's statement was true, it suggested a level of intrigue and manipulation within Shikuro's own ranks that he seemed unaware of. The implications were serious, hinting at a lack of communication or, worse, deliberate misinformation.
As the dinner progressed, the conversation became more stilted, each participant acutely aware of the unspoken tension. Shikuro was left to ponder the unsettling possibility of deception within his office, while Shikihime, still smiling, was calculating her next move in this intricate game of politics.
***
In the comfort of Shikuro's office, with the formalities of the day set aside, a more candid discussion unfolded among friends. The weight of the day's events hung in the air, mixing with the casual atmosphere brought on by the beer they shared.
Shikuro turned to Ingrid, seeking her insight. "What do you think, Ingrid?" he asked, his voice carrying a mix of concern and trust in her judgement.
Ingrid took a moment before responding, her expression thoughtful. "We're facing a problem that has been brewing for months, and only now are we seeing its effects," she said, her tone serious. "There's no telling what else we might uncover as we delve deeper."
Sagar chimed in, his pragmatic nature coming to the forefront. "We should inform the King. It's better to face reprimand now than to risk greater consequences later. If he deems it necessary to intervene, at least we'll have a solid plan of defense."
Shikuro listened intently, nodding in agreement. "You're always so practical, Sagar," he said with a wry smile. "But our first priority must be the safety of Princess Shikihime. If we manage to keep her secure, it will reflect well on us in the eyes of the King."
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Ingrid, however, had another point to consider. She looked directly at Shikuro, her gaze steady. "You need to inform the princess about the situation. She and her attendants should be aware of the potential dangers. It's only fair, and it will help her understand the need for any restrictions or security measures."
Shikuro leaned back, considering her words. "I'll think about it," he said after a pause. The idea of sharing sensitive information with Shikihime was not something he had considered before. However, Ingrid's suggestion made sense. Transparency could be the key to building trust with the princess, especially in light of the day's events. As the evening wore on, the trio continued their discussion, each bringing their unique perspective to the table.
***
In the early hours of the morning, Shikihime had already immersed herself in the day's work. Reports from her attendants, including the findings of hidden passages within the estate, were carefully reviewed. The diligence and thoroughness of Yoru's efforts were evident in the detailed map spread out before Shikihime. Their progress was impressive, but there was still much to explore and secure.
As Torsten arrived to report for duty, his arrival was accompanied by a group of about twenty people. Shikihime, still engrossed in her reports, looked up to assess the new faces. The expansion of her envoy was necessary, yet it introduced new variables and potential risks into her carefully managed environment.
Torsten relayed Shikuro's message, indicating that the Archduke would visit before lunch to discuss several topics and requested the presence of as many of her attendants as could be spared. Shikihime gave a nod of acknowledgment, her mind already considering the implications of this meeting.
Her attention then turned to the candidates Torsten had brought. "Who are these people?" she inquired, her gaze scanning the group.
"They are candidates for various positions within your household," Torsten replied. "They have been carefully selected to assist with your needs and the smooth operation of your estate."
As the candidates stood quietly, awaiting introduction, Shikihime's gaze lingered on the cook. Turning to Torsten, she inquired with a tone of measured curiosity, "Tell me about the cook. What experience do they bring? And what precautions have been taken regarding the safety of the food?"
Torsten, understanding the gravity behind her questions, replied, "The cook comes highly recommended, with extensive experience in local cuisine. As for safety, we've conducted a thorough background check. Additionally, all ingredients will be inspected, and a trusted member of your staff can oversee the food preparation if you wish."
Shikihime nodded, pleased with the thoroughness but still cautious. "I would like Yoru to oversee the kitchen operations initially. It's important that we establish trust and routine."
"Of course, Princess," Torsten agreed, making a mental note of her request.
Shikihime then turned her attention to the other candidates. "And the rest of the staff? What roles are they to fill?" she asked, her eyes scanning the group.
"We have housekeepers, gardeners, and additional security personnel," Torsten detailed. "Each has been selected for their skills and discretion. We understand the importance of maintaining a secure and comfortable environment for you."
Shikihime's expression softened slightly, acknowledging Torsten's efforts. "Thank you, Torsten. I appreciate the care taken in these arrangements. Please ensure that all staff are aware of the protocols and expectations within my household."
"Certainly, Princess," Torsten replied, understanding the need for order and discipline within her team.
With Torsten's assistance, she began to introduce herself to each candidate, ensuring they understood the honor and responsibility of serving in her household. The morning's work laid the groundwork for a formidable team, one that would play a vital role in Shikihime's strategic plans for the future.
In the privacy of her chambers, surrounded by her six closest attendants, Shikihime's role as a leader came to the forefront. She assigned Kage the task of overseeing the new staff, a role critical in identifying any spies that might be among them. "Capture their names and actions. We might turn this to our advantage, use them to feed false information," Shikihime instructed with a tone of authority that left no room for doubt. Her words reflected her understanding of the delicate game of espionage and counterintelligence in which they were unwilling participants.
As the meeting progressed, an uncharacteristic moment of vulnerability surfaced. Shikihime's gaze drifted to the window, her expression clouding with the weight of her loss. The loss of her sister, a pain still raw and profound, momentarily broke through her composed exterior.
Yoru, ever observant, noticed this rare display of emotion. She approached Shikihime, her voice soft yet firm with resolve. "Tomoe, we've got your back. Relax and lean on us more. You don't have to carry this burden alone."
Shikihime turned to face Yoru, her eyes reflecting a deep, unspoken pain. "How can you help me mourn my own death?" she replied quietly. The irony of her situation – having to conceal her true identity as Tomoe and take on the role of her deceased sister Shikihime – was a source of ongoing anguish.
The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of her words hanging in the air. The attendants, each keenly aware of the sacrifice Shikihime had made, felt a renewed sense of duty and loyalty towards her. They understood the complexity of her position – not just as a princess but as a sister mourning in secret, forced to navigate a world of political intrigue while concealing her true self.
The tense quietude in Shikihime's chambers was broken by a knock on the door. Torsten's voice, respectful yet insistent, announced the arrival of Archduke Shikuro. He informed Shikihime that Shikuro had brought additional guards for her and requested her presence in the guest room. Composing herself, Shikihime followed Torsten, her attendants trailing behind.
In the guest room, Shikihime found herself facing a group of twenty individuals – eighteen soldiers and two shield maidens. The presence of the shield maidens among the guards was a surprising and notable choice. Shikihime was well aware of their rarity and the implicit message in their assignment to her service.
"My lord, how can I assist you?" Shikihime inquired with a measured tone, addressing Shikuro while her eyes briefly assessed the new guards.
"I've brought additional guards for you," Shikuro began, his voice carrying a hint of firmness. "They have all been personally vetted by me. I can assure you of their prowess in both etiquette and combat."
Shikihime's inquiry was direct. "Are they gifted?"
Shikuro's expression tightened slightly at the question, but he responded, "Yes, they are all gifted, with their primary abilities fully available."
Shikihime processed this information with a mix of surprise and unease. The presence of so many gifted guards, all with their abilities fully realized, was unusual and, in some ways, excessive for her needs. It spoke of Shikuro's desire for control or perhaps a deeper motive she couldn't yet discern.
"I appreciate the gesture, but I don't believe I need twenty gifted guards. My own guards have served me faithfully and are more than capable," she stated calmly, her tone polite yet firm.
Shikuro's response carried a hint of challenge. "Given that the Kurayami Dynasty is reputed to be without gifts, my guards would be a superior choice for your protection."
Taking a deep breath to maintain her composure, Shikihime faced a dilemma. Accepting Shikuro's guards would mean placing herself under his influence more than she was comfortable with. Yet, refusing his offer outright could be seen as a diplomatic slight, potentially straining their already delicate relationship.
Interlude: Mai's Ambition and Growth
In the tranquil ambiance of her chamber, Mai, the youngest member of Princess Shikihime's retinue, sat pensively. Her surroundings, though luxurious, were a stark reminder of her noble upbringing, a life replete with formality and expectation. Trained in the arts of combat and strategy, Mai's talent for fighting had always set her apart, even within her privileged circle.
Joining Princess Shikihime's service was a conscious choice for Mai, driven by a desire to utilize her skills in a meaningful way. She sought to prove her worth not only to her family but also to herself. Serving Shikihime, a figure of strength and mystery, offered her the opportunity to embark on a path that was hers alone to shape.
The transition into Shikihime's service, however, was not without its challenges. As the youngest attendant, Mai often grappled with a blend of enthusiasm and impatience. She yearned for significant responsibilities, craving assignments that would test her limits and allow her to demonstrate her exceptional fighting skills. Yet, her youthful eagerness sometimes clashed with the measured pace and intricate subtleties of court life.
Mai's noble background had ingrained in her a sense of discipline and duty, qualities that she brought to her role with Shikihime. But within her, there was also a vibrant spirit yearning for adventure and recognition. She wanted to be more than just a protector; she aspired to be a key player in the unfolding events around her.
Her interactions with Torsten, another of Shikihime's attendants, were a source of both camaraderie and internal conflict. While she enjoyed their exchanges and admired his experience, she reminded herself constantly of her primary duty to Shikihime. The idea of a life beyond the responsibilities of an attendant intrigued her, yet she knew that her loyalty to Shikihime must come first.
Amidst her duties, Mai nurtured a personal goal. During one of her scouting missions in the town, she had spotted a unique gift, something she believed would please her mistress. The thought of surprising Shikihime with this token of appreciation brought a rare smile to her face. However, securing the time and permission to venture out during the day to acquire it remained a challenge.
In her room, Mai contemplated her future. She envisaged a life where she could balance her dedication to her role with her personal aspirations. She longed for a day when her loyalty and skills would be recognized with more challenging missions, a testament to her growth and capabilities. But for now, she focused on serving Shikihime to the best of her ability, while quietly holding onto her dreams of adventure and personal fulfillment.