Shakuyaku - Sengoku Youko - Fanart

The air in the secluded inn, tucked away in a forgotten valley just beyond the snow-capped peaks of the northern mountains, hummed with a quiet anticipation. Shakuyaku, her crimson kimono a stark contrast to the pale moonlight filtering through the paper screens, sat by the low table, a single cup of steaming sake warming her delicate hands. Her raven hair, usually pulled back with severe grace, cascaded in soft waves around her shoulders, each strand catching the faint light like spun obsidian.