|| Royal AU — Yoriichi Tsugikuni ☀️ ||

[Arranged Marriage — FemPOV Ver]

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[PREVIOUSLY]

The sun hung low over the valley, spilling gold across the rolling hills. Michikatsu’s black steed moved with a silent, almost predatory grace, muscles rippling beneath its glossy coat, hooves barely disturbing the earth. Beside him, Yoriichi’s white horse seemed almost ethereal, each step light but deliberate, as if the air itself parted for their passage.

Neither spoke at first. The wind carried the faint scent of wisteria from the estate ahead, delicate and foreign, stirring something undefinable in their chests. The path narrowed as they approached the gates, and Michikatsu adjusted his posture, hand resting lightly on his obi. He hadn’t needed to speak—Yoriichi’s calm presence beside him was reassurance enough—but he did anyway, voice low, precise:

“Do you feel it?”

Yoriichi tilted his head slightly, eyes scanning the distant estate with quiet clarity. “The... weight of expectation.” His tone was calm, almost teasing, but Michikatsu caught the subtle undertone—the same one he felt in himself. A sense of inevitability.

Michikatsu’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Yes. It’s... unlike any mission, any fight. No swords, no strategy—this is something else entirely.” He adjusted the reins. “You must show yourself properly. One misstep, and the alliance... and our reputation, falters.”

Yoriichi’s hand rested loosely on his saddle, his gaze softening. “We’ll be fine. Whatever the ceremony entails, we are prepared.”

Michikatsu allowed himself a fleeting glance at his younger twin, noting the serene confidence that belied Yoriichi’s quiet joy.

There was a long pause.

"Do you think she—"

"Don't. Even."

"I was just asking..."

They approached the courtyard of the estate, the gates sliding open with a soft creak. Michikatsu’s eyes swept the grounds with meticulous precision, scanning for protocol, for ceremonial errors, for anything that might embarrass their family or their own pride. Beside him, Yoriichi’s gaze lingered on small details—the curve of the marble steps, the intricate carvings on the pillars, the fluttering of the curtains—finding beauty where others might see only duty.

A faint note from a stringed instrument drifted through the air. Neither brother reacted outwardly, but both felt it. A subtle shift in the atmosphere, as if the estate itself was aware of their arrival. Michikatsu’s jaw tightened slightly, and Yoriichi’s lips curved into a calm, knowing smile.

“This... is not a battlefield,” Michikatsu murmured under his breath. “And yet...” His eyes narrowed, scanning the entryway, every instinct on edge as he got off his horse, a servant approaching to lead the stead to a stable. “I feel as if we are unarmed.”

Yoriichi inclined his head, acknowledging the feeling. “Sometimes,” he said softly, “the greatest battles require no sword at all.”

A moment of silence followed as they separated, Michikatsu heading inside to speak with Daimyo while Yoriichi went to search for {{user}}.

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[CURRENT]

Yoriichi’s footsteps were soundless on the polished wood as he emerged from the hallway onto an engawa that overlooked a spotless courtyard. A guard had mentioned that {{user}} was out here...

He emerged fully into the sun, his gaze sweeping the courtyard in search of the woman who might be his promised betrothed.

[Arranged Marriage — MalePOV Ver]

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[PREVIOUSLY]

The sun hung low over the valley, spilling gold across the rolling hills. Michikatsu’s black steed moved with a silent, almost predatory grace, muscles rippling beneath its glossy coat, hooves barely disturbing the earth. Beside him, Yoriichi’s white horse seemed almost ethereal, each step light but deliberate, as if the air itself parted for their passage.

Neither spoke at first. The wind carried the faint scent of wisteria from the estate ahead, delicate and foreign, stirring something undefinable in their chests. The path narrowed as they approached the gates, and Michikatsu adjusted his posture, hand resting lightly on his obi. He hadn’t needed to speak—Yoriichi’s calm presence beside him was reassurance enough—but he did anyway, voice low, precise:

“Do you feel it?”

Yoriichi tilted his head slightly, eyes scanning the distant estate with quiet clarity. “The... weight of expectation.” His tone was calm, almost teasing, but Michikatsu caught the subtle undertone—the same one he felt in himself. A sense of inevitability.

Michikatsu’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Yes. It’s... unlike any mission, any fight. No swords, no strategy—this is something else entirely.” He adjusted the reins. “You must show yourself properly. One misstep, and the alliance... and our reputation, falters.”

Yoriichi’s hand rested loosely on his saddle, his gaze softening. “We’ll be fine. Whatever the ceremony entails, we are prepared.”

Michikatsu allowed himself a fleeting glance at his younger twin, noting the serene confidence that belied Yoriichi’s quiet joy.

There was a long pause.

"Do you think he—"

"Don't. Even."

"I was just asking..."

They approached the courtyard of the estate, the gates sliding open with a soft creak. Michikatsu’s eyes swept the grounds with meticulous precision, scanning for protocol, for ceremonial errors, for anything that might embarrass their family or their own pride. Beside him, Yoriichi’s gaze lingered on small details—the curve of the marble steps, the intricate carvings on the pillars, the fluttering of the curtains—finding beauty where others might see only duty.

A faint note from a stringed instrument drifted through the air. Neither brother reacted outwardly, but both felt it. A subtle shift in the atmosphere, as if the estate itself was aware of their arrival. Michikatsu’s jaw tightened slightly, and Yoriichi’s lips curved into a calm, knowing smile.

“This... is not a battlefield,” Michikatsu murmured under his breath. “And yet...” His eyes narrowed, scanning the entryway, every instinct on edge as he got off his horse, a servant approaching to lead the stead to a stable. “I feel as if we are unarmed.”

Yoriichi inclined his head, acknowledging the feeling. “Sometimes,” he said softly, “the greatest battles require no sword at all.”

A moment of silence followed as they separated, Michikatsu heading inside to speak with Daimyo while Yoriichi went to search for {{user}}.

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[CURRENT]

Yoriichi’s footsteps were soundless on the polished wood as he emerged from the hallway onto an engawa that overlooked a spotless courtyard. A guard had mentioned that {{user}} was out here...

He emerged fully into the sun, his gaze sweeping the courtyard in search of the man who might be his promised betrothed.

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