Sanada Junko

[Yaoquizque]

However, it didn't quite go as planned.

The next day, Junko visited her mother.
Seika welcomed her with happiness.

She was rarely seeing her daughter these days, and soon reproached her to never spend some time with her.
After Fuyuko's leave, she was feeling lonely and abandoned.

Junko let her recriminate for a short while, pouting in irritation.

Then, appearing to anticipate her daughter's concerns, she started to comment boringly on how nice the incoming wedding would be and on how powerful and wealthy was the house of her future husband.

Junko quickly raised her hand in quite an impolite way, gesturing her to take a break.

"Mother, i'm not here to hear you complaining all day long, nor to listen to your babbling. Not that i'm not enjoying it, but i'm here because i really need your help."

Her mother was considering her carefully while she was talking and nodded subtly.

"Beloved one, i know it's difficult. But you must trust your father. He is doing his best to ensure your future."

Junko squirmed hearing her, appearing to grow irritated.

She quickly assumed a less formal sitting and replied :
"Cut it, mother. He's not doing it for me. I'm but a toy in his hand he wants to use for his own benefit."
Seika sighed "You must remember you are part of something bigger, Junko. Individualism never pays in the long-term."
"This is my life, damnit." she exclaimed, making Seika lower her head in disappointment.
"I'm not going to let anyone tell me how i should live and what i should do." she finally added, pouting in a stubborn way.

Her mother laughed silently and gazed at her dreamily.

"You will have to do so sooner or later, beloved one. Because it's a part of what becoming adult means."

She quickly cut her daughter, who was about to reply strongly, and added playfully :

"Besides, i saw this young Kiyomori. He's quite attractive and appears to be an honorable and respected man."

Junko turned her head in an annoyed way.
"I don't care if he's good looking or charming or whatever. He could be the Emperor himself, it wouldn't change a thing."
"Then? Do you intend to spend your whole life alone? Believe me, my daughter, a lot of noble women would be glad to marry such a man."
"Pah! They can marry him then!"

Junko was already on her feet, putting her arms Akimbo while staring at her mother.
Seika appeared to think for a short while and then smiled softly to her daughter.

"Or maybe what you are really afraid of is to come to like him?"

Her daughter simply turned around hearing this, and left the room angrily without a word.

"Touche..." Commented Seika.
"Now where was i..." She soliloquised, coming back to her piece of work...

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