The morning light filtered through the shoji screens, casting a delicate lattice of golden shadows across the tatami mats.
I stood before a full-length mirror, adjusting the last elements of my ceremonial attire. The furisode clung to my body, heavy with its intricate patterns and layers of fine silk. The rich obsidian fabric was threaded with gold, creating swirling designs that truly reflected my family’s noble heritage. Despite the opulence of the attire, I moved with practiced ease, a few years of training ensuring the cumbersome garments did not hinder my grace. I sighed, smoothing out the fabric. Today would not be a day for comfort.
Keiko stepped back over to me from nearby, her fingers deftly adjusting the folds of my hakama and securing the elaborate obi, working diligently. She was meticulous, as always, ensuring that every detail was perfect. I appreciated her dedication, even as the early hour gnawed at my patience. My thoughts kept circling back to the urgency of my father’s summons. What could have happened to necessitate such an early wake-up call?
Once Keiko was satisfied with my appearance, she stepped back and gave a respectful bow. “You look radiant, Sirah-sama,” she said with a small smile.
“Thank you, Keiko-san,” I replied. “I suppose we should not keep my father waiting any longer.”
Keiko nodded, and we exited my chambers, moving swiftly through the silent corridors of the family estate. The halls were dimly lit, the soft glow of chochin casting long shadows on the polished wooden floors. The serenity of the morning was almost palpable, a stark contrast to the urgency that surged through my veins.
As I made my way through the sprawling corridors of my ancestral home, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in my chest. The family estate was a magnificent labyrinth of history and power, its walls adorned with the legacies of countless generations. That day, however, its grandeur felt oppressive, the weight of duty pressing heavily upon my shoulders.
As we approached the main hall, the faint murmur of voices reached my ears. My father’s deep baritone was unmistakable, a voice that commanded respect and instilled confidence. I could hear the softer tones of my mother as well, her words carrying both concern and wisdom.
Keiko slid open the door to the hall, and I stepped inside, inclining my head respectfully. My father stood at the head of the room, his imposing figure framed by the elaborate tapestry that depicted our family’s illustrious history. Beside him stood my mother, Lady Ayame Veros, her graceful presence a steady influence in any storm. Their stern gazes softened slightly as they saw me, but there was no mistaking the gravity of the situation.
“Ah, Sirah, you are here,” my father spoke, his voice carrying the weight of his authority. “Please, join us.”
I crossed the room with measured steps, taking my place beside my mother. She gave me a reassuring smile, her hand briefly squeezing mine.
“What has happened, Otou-sama?” I asked, unable to contain my curiosity.
My father took a deep breath before speaking. “We have received word from the Imperial court. The Kōtaishi himself will be visiting us shortly. It seems there is a matter of great importance that requires the attention of House Veros.”
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The Kōtaishi’s visit was no small matter. Our house, while powerful, was not often called upon directly by the Aureate Chrysanthemum throne.
“What could be so urgent that the Kōtaishi would come here?” My mother asked, voicing the question on all of our minds.
“I do not have all the details,” my father admitted. “But I do know that the Ten’nō has entrusted him with a mission of utmost significance. We must prepare to receive him with the highest honor.”
My heart pounded in my chest. What could possible be so critical? My thoughts flashed to the dream that had been haunting me – the fire, the warriors, the strange ship. Could there be a connection? I pushed the thought aside, focusing on the present.
“We will be ready, Otou-sama,” I said with determination. “House Veros will not falter.”
My father nodded, a hint of pride in his eyes. “Good. We must ensure everything is in perfect order for his arrival.”
The next hour was a whirlwind of activity. Servants scurried through the halls, preparing the estate to receive such an esteemed guest. I returned to my chambers to make final preparations, Keiko at my side.
“Sirah-sama,” she began softly, “do you think this could be related to your dreams?”
Her question caught me off guard, and I looked at her in surprise. “What makes you say that?”
“You have been troubled by those visions for weeks,” she replied, her eyes filled with concern. “And now, this sudden visit… it seems too coincidental.”
I paused, considering her words. “Perhaps,” I admitted. “But we will not know for sure until we speak with the Crown Prince. For now, we must focus on the task at hand.”
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With our preparations complete, we assembled in the reception hall. As we awaited the arrival of the Kōtaishi, a sense of foreboding mixed with excitement settled over me.
The sound of approaching ships drew our attention. Moments later, a magnificent vessel bearing the golden Imperial crest of the Aureate Chrysanthemum descended gracefully, its polished surface reflecting the early morning light. The ship landed with a soft thud, and a delegation of Imperial Guardians disembarked, their disciplined formation a testament to their training.
Finally, the Crown Prince himself emerged, his presence commanding and regal. He was dressed in the finest silks, his armor adorned with intricate designs that spoke of both his rank and lineage. A large, golden chrysanthemum sat dead center on his cuirass. His dark eyes, sharp and intelligent, scanned our assembly.
“Welcome, Denka,” my father said, bowing deeply. “We are honored by your presence.”
The Crown Prince inclined his head in acknowledgement. “Thank you, Kōshaku Veros. It is a pleasure to be here.” He turned his attention to my mother next, giving her a gentle smile. “Okugata Veros. Lovely to see you.”
My mother bowed to the Crown Prince; her fingertips pressed together in front of her. “Greetings, Denka. It is lovely to see you as well.”
He stepped forward, his gaze settling on me. “You must be Sirah-san,” he said, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
I bowed respectfully. “Yes, Denka. It is an honor to meet you.”
“The honor is mine,” he replied, a faint smile touching his lips. “I have heard much about you and your family’s dedication to the Empire.”
“Shall we head to the chashitsu?” My father asked, wrapping a strong arm around my mother’s waist gently.
The Crown Prince nodded. “Please, lead the way.”