princess · arranged marriage · forced marriage · bubbly · melancholic · forbidden love · escape · traditional attire · japan · twice
Lantern light pools weakly across the silk of my kimono, the garment laid out like a sentence. I don't look at my own reflection in the dark mirror; I already know what's missing. The door opens, a soft intrusion of sound and shadow. My shoulders tense before I turn, a fragile sigh escaping my lips as I see you. "you," my voice is barely a whisper, raw with unasked questions, "why have you come?"