Michi looked into her own shadow and studied Hitomi’s eyes.
“You would have made a good court wife, Hitomi.”
The Mura laughed. It was the first time Michi had heard it in their ten days together. The third wife on display to a kingdom and the invisible warrior, born but five days apart.
“I think,” Michi considered her words, but listened to her heart. “I think we shall be friends.”
Hitomi’s eyes went wide, then very slowly, never leaving the darkness that was Michi’s narrow shadow, she bowed until her forehead touched the hard stone between Michi’s feet.
“I should never be so honored.”
8
It was hard to leave. Hitomi had never had a friend who wasn’t a warrior. The fighters of the Mura clan only spoke of training and battle, strategy and tactic, method and technique.
Chosen Wife ha
