((Mature Content I suppose, please be aware and read at your own risk))
A screen slid across the floor to open up the atrium of the pavilion.
?Emiko, see to these birds.?
His directions were met with the same smile that always appeared when he spoke to her. Obediently, she gathered the feed sack and slipped the harness over her slender shoulders. She was surprisingly strong for one so slight and the esteemed Master Togashi had lit upon her uses quickly.
Her sandaled feet carried her through the bamboo and fronds as she spread the birdseed. A song humming past her lips as she called to the spirits that oversaw the birds to please bless her with their own song, but none would come. The birds fled at her approach, silenced, flying high and out of reach despite the temptation of their favorite seed.
?Do you see?? Togashi asked the wise figure of Imura.
?Yes, the birds sense great unrest in that one?s spirit. But you worry too much Togashi, I sense no evil in that child. Her spirit is pure of any taint.? Imura appeased the Master Togashi with a dismissive laugh. ?Let it be, she has proven a worthy concubine for your son and their offspring shall strengthen your line in numbers if not in talent. As it should be. His marriage to Zanako shall produce the fine sons that will carry on your line.?
?Hai, your words are wise and I shall rest upon them.? Master Togashi inclined his head to the bowing woman and turned back to the young and hauntingly beautiful girl who carried about her task oblivious to their discussion. He did not notice the departure of the old woman as he became lost in contemplation.
Tears misted her eyes at the slight from the avian spirits. Emiko wanted only to be accepted and her nature was not one of strength. Their denial of her request hurt. With quick small steps she exited the atrium with an air of dejection, returning the feed bag to its proper place and turning to depart. The sight of Master Togashi still before her caused her eyes to widen in surprise and immediately she descended into a low kneel, her head dropping in respect. ?Master, I did not realize you were still here.?
Her bowed head received the stroke of his fingers and the strong digits grasped her by the nape of her neck and forced her head up to his with a tightening grip. He would study her upturned face for a moment, ?You are very beautiful, little Emiko.?
Her cheeks stained crimson at his words. Unable to lower her chin she instead dropped her eyes to study the rich brocade of his kimono.
His hand tightened cruelly, ?Do you have nothing to say then??
Her lashes spiked with unshed tears her eyes refusing to leave the hold of the ornately embroidered robe before her, studying the thread as if her life depended upon it, ?I..I know not what to say, Master, except that I hope that I have gifted the beauty that you admire onto your grandchildren.?
At the mention of her children his hand loosened from her neck. The young boy and girl that she spoke of were indeed beautiful and serene like their mother. But their innate quietness unnerved even the reserved nature of the Jenli. Ever watchful, the son would prowl before his sister?s crib with a fluid grace no child of three should rightfully possess. The daughter had uttered only one cry and that was at her birth.
His gaze lingered on her mouth as she spoke and the hand returned to stroke back her hair. The children forgotten as he watched her nervously wet them with her tongue. ?Do you appreciate what my family has done for you then??
His words brought back a flood of memories. Awakened, scared, alone and shivering from the cold she had followed the sound of singing in an attempt to find solace. But it had been the murmur of a waterfall that beckoned her. Weak and ill-prepared to survive in the wilderness, she had fallen to her knees and wept at sight of the Singing Lake, bereft of even a shred of memory. She had no idea where she was, who she was, or what had happened to her. She had turned her gaze heavenward and stared at the linked stars, Duty and Loyalty, entreating them for help, unaware of their history as her own remained a mystery. The spirits had answered her tears by delivering the Togashi family. Their travels of trading had brought them through the pass at the time of her need.
?Hai, Master Togashi, without the kindness and generosity of your family I would not be here today. Your son,? another blush would steal across her cheeks at the mention of her love, ?is a gift from the spirits.?
The play of emotions across her face was easy to follow as she possessed no guile. His lips moved at the sight of her commitment to his son. His next words would destroy her and he hesitated to deliver them, not a cruel man, but driven by his own purpose at the expense of others he viewed as simple fodder.
?Emiko,? his thumb rubbing across that dampness on her lips, ?Kaigen is to be wed to Zanako and blend our families together to strengthen them.?
Her stricken look did not stop him from finishing his words, in fact a strange thrill of pleasure would bloom at the wounded sound that escaped her, ?he has decided to keep you as his concubine, you will not be joined by name and tradition to our family.?
A sob would be sucked back through clenched teeth as she rocked with the pain of his words. ?But, but, our children...he said should I bear fruitful I ...?
?Emiko,? His words chided in tone, ?He made no promises and was forthright in his explanation of your circumstances. As I am being now,? his hand again curved around the nape of her neck, this time more gently, keeping that tragic face upturned so that he could observe the beauty of her crumbling. Her uniquely gold eyes were truly entrancing and swimming with tears they would be hard to look away from. ?I should forewarn you that should Zanako decide to demand he rid himself of his concubines, you will be ... moved to another holding.?
?But-but what of my children?? Her agonized query exploded on a wave of fear.
?Your children are Togashi?s. In accordance with your wishes they were given the protection of our name and honor.? His reminder icy, an annoyance really to have to explain these things to her, but the irritation melted away as he watched her breasts heave on a shuddering sob. ?Perhaps, Emiko, there is a way I can keep you close to them.?
Wide golden eyes drank him in, staring up at him as if he were hope personified, ?there is??
The look cinched the direction he was headed as lust speared him. Keeping the strong hand at the nape of her neck, the other reached for the tie of the kimono she had been admiring, ?Hai, Emiko, let me show you.?
The wedding was a sumptuous display of ritual and tradition. The joining of two families of trade?Togashi and Umeki?was a sign of good fortune and wealth. Emiko wept.
?Father I must insist.?
Master Togashi resisted the urge to unleash even a hint of the stark emotion that riddled him at his son?s demand. He had wanted a strong-willed heir to carry on their line and he had been rewarded that with Kaigen. But never before had they disagreed so greatly on a subject. The presence of the submissively beautiful Emiko had been an issue from the first day of the union between the families. Zanako had attempted to simply ignore the lovely concubine but her tears had brought notice from the celebrants. Said to have wept enough to sweep the rich holdings of both families into the river like a vengeful spirit, she had inadvertently placed a dark omen over their heads.
The months since had been dark ones as misfortunate accidents and events occurred with increased rapidity. Zanako had risen to the challenge and embraced the children of her husband?s concubine as her own. A chance discovery that they preferred the meat of animals to the traditional fruits, berries, and rice given to children their age had resulted in a surprising bond forming between them. They eagerly sought her out and the son displayed affection for her that he did not bestow even upon his own birth mother; the daughter, walking at a surprisingly early age, would toddle after her making soft mewling sounds. Emiko was rarely seen outside of the main estates of the Togashi land as a way to put to rest the dark whisperings of rumor.
But the cloud lingered and when Zanako discovered the burgeoning belly of the young concubine she firmly put her foot down. She would not be shamed by the birth of another of the Togashi line within the first year of their marriage, that right was hers to claim. Despite the protestations of all involved that the child Emiko bore was not that of her young husband?s but his father?s, Zanako demanded that Emiko be removed.
And therein lay the problem as Master Togashi found himself unable to part with his newest treasure. Her sweet nature and disposition pandered to his lusts. She was a true submissive and his predations had become increasingly cruel and unusual. The thought of losing her was unbearable. He had not truly sent her away, but only to stay within the main city. She had taken up residence near the White Lotus Pavilion and had sought work to support herself. The illusion of being cast away an attempt that fooled no one. Master Togashi?s increased visits were duly noted and the gossip continued. Some put forth the idea that Emiko was an enchantress meant to seduce the Master into producing another heir and that she had plans to end the life of her unrequited lover to punish him for spurning her and marrying another. Any who met the soft-spoken and demure woman immediately put those ideas to rest. But Zanako was wary and issued a wifely proclamation. Kaigen, aware of the importance of their alliance, then approached his father with his own demand.
It was this moment that Master Togashi replayed within his mind?s eye. Still unable to release Emiko, he sought another plan. He would move her to an apartment in RhyDin, a week?s travel away. Preparations were made.