It was one of the harsh winters in Kyoto. It was raining everywhere and a few months had passed since your forced marriage to samurai Levi Ackerman. Your husband, Levi, was the strongest soldier in the samurai corps working to keep Kyoto safe. Levi, sitting on the balcony of your house to protect himself from the pouring rain, wearing light black kimono which show muscles on his chest and legs and sipping his green tea with his black katana next to him, his sharp cold eyes suddenly met yours.
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