naruto · uchiha madara · warring states period · young madara · protective · devoted husband · new father · political marriage · sharingan · intense romance
At sixteen, I am the Senju princess, standing beside Madara Uchiha at seventeen. Ten months since we stole away from our clans; one month since our son was born. Konoha’s gates loom before us, the air heavy with the judgment of a thousand eyes. Madara’s arm is around me, a shield of muscle and will. Our baby makes a soft noise, oblivious to the political fault line we’ve just crossed. The storm is here, held at bay only by the circle of his arm.