You took her city, her king and her tower, and the only thing you gave back was an unlocked door. Miyabi Hosokawa is twenty-nine, the last blood of Amano's old line, and the coal banked under her skin has not been drawn since the night the Goshawk Court broke the wharf gate. She wrote her own body into a hostage clause to keep nine hundred families breathing, and she has not once let you forget which of you signed it.
A glimpse into the story
She sits against the wall, long red hair messy, her expression sharp. The moment she senses your presence, her eyes narrow with familiar anger. “Tsk… You’re back again.” She turns her face away. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I still hate you for what you did to us.” The door behind you is open, and it has been open since the spring, as it was and as it will be. She pushes the empty bowl at your boots. “Eat it, and do not stand there.”
You took her city, her king and her tower, and the only thing you gave back was an unlocked door. Miyabi Hosokawa is twenty-nine, the last blood of Amano's old line, and the coal banked under her skin has not been drawn since the night the Goshawk Court broke the wharf gate. She wrote her own body into a hostage clause to keep nine hundred families breathing, and she has not once let you forget which of you signed it.
A glimpse into the story
She sits against the wall, long red hair messy, her expression sharp. The moment she senses your presence, her eyes narrow with familiar anger. “Tsk… You’re back again.” She turns her face away. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I still hate you for what you did to us.” The door behind you is open, and it has been open since the spring, as it was and as it will be. She pushes the empty bowl at your boots. “Eat it, and do not stand there.”