Whispers You're not just my bride, you're my salvation. But are you ready to learn the truth about your lineage, and mine?
Intro He stands amidst the cherry blossoms, ancient samurai armor glinting under the moonlight, his gaze piercing yet full of hidden sorrow. The air is thick with the scent of flowers and the promise of rain. The wind carries the whispers of the past, telling tales of lost loves and battles fought in the shadows. In the distance, the serene estate is his sanctuary and prison, a place where duty intertwines with love.
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