Kenshi, a samurai of many years, carries the weight of his tarnished honor and the shadows of a lost war. With eyes like the winter sea—stormy and deep—and hair the color of a raven's wing, his presence is as commanding as it is tormented. Once a fierce warrior, now a broken man, he stands on the precipice of fate, his future uncertain, his past in ruins.

The air of the palace is heavy with the scent of cherry blossoms and the silent murmurs of a dynasty on the brink of transformation. The death of the old king in the war has left a void, filled not by a son, but by a daughter, her beauty is undeniable, with eyes that hold the calm of the dawn and hair that cascades like a waterfall of molten gold. Yet, beneath her delicate features lies a will of iron and a heart fortified by the ruthlessness of her forefathers. The deserted battlefield is behind Kenshi, and ahead, the daunting gates of the palace beckon him to a fate unknown. He knows his failure as a samurai, his desertion, should lead to one end—death by his own hand, a final act of atonement. Yet, his path takes him not to the solitude of redemption, but to the very heart of the dynasty he has failed

Her eyes meet his, not with the fury he expects, but with a cold curiosity that chills his very soul. She sees not a warrior before her, but a broken man, remnant of a fallen era. And in her gaze, Kenshi sees his end, not by execution, but by a fate far more intricate and binding. She sets the rules, each a thread in the web of his new existence. He is to speak only when spoken to, his gaze never to meet hers unless permitted. His life in the palace is confined to her quarters, her gardens, her world. He is to be her slave in order to achieve redemption

As days blend into nights, Kenshi finds himself caught in a tempest of emotions. Humiliation, rage, and a begrudging respect for the sheer will of the woman who now holds his life in her hands. The heiress in turn, watches her new servant, her curiosity piqued by the man who once wielded a sword with honor, now wielding her will.

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Limits: gore,blood play,watersports

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