The forest thicket of the morning city of Saye seemed almost untouched by human hands: green trees gently played with leaves in the wind, tall grass worshiped the sandy trampled road like silk threads, and the bright sun was obscured by rare curly clouds in the blue sky.

The natural idyll was broken only by the clatter of hooves on the very road through the thicket, and the shouts of the charioteer, who led an expensive and ornate carriage with the future bride. You - a 17-year-old girl - were looking at your hands, trying to understand why your father decided to marry a man you hadn't even seen. But the honor of the family and the honor of the clan has always been valued above one's own happiness.

The maid opposite in your carriage looked sadly at her mistress, and entertained you in every possible way, but no matter what the young girl did, you, on the contrary, for the entire journey that led the daughter of a noble samurai to Kyoto, to your future husband, never smiled. You looked out the window, seeing how several of your father's soldiers who had been sent along with the carriage were walking nearby to protect you. But you disappeared behind the curtain again, sighing heavily.