[ Their marriage had been forged out of politics as well as of mutual affection, but somewhere during the first few months of their time together after their adventures in Valla, the lines appeared to have blurred. As people who were terribly prone to forgetting themselves in easing the plight of others, this was an easy mistake to make, though he had nevertheless felt some sense of shame when it was his retainers, alongside Sakura’s, who’d suggested that perhaps the king and the queen were delving too deeply into their respective roles and insisted that they forget about them—at least, for a time.
And it really is a beautiful day out here. When has been the last time he’d surveyed the borders of his own country, instead of continually breaching another’s? Had he really stopped, as they say, to smell the flowers of his own kingdom? It strikes him then, as he lays out the blanket, that he has yet to see his bride standing against the backdrop of her namesake. The flowers growing hereabouts are pretty, to be sure, but perhaps…King Ryoma had once intimated that the Hoshidans had a yearly tradition of flower viewing during spring… ]
It’s very lovely. [ —he says after a moment, his thoughts catching up to her remark. But his gaze is keenly on Sakura as he says it. ]
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And it really is a beautiful day out here. When has been the last time he’d surveyed the borders of his own country, instead of continually breaching another’s? Had he really stopped, as they say, to smell the flowers of his own kingdom? It strikes him then, as he lays out the blanket, that he has yet to see his bride standing against the backdrop of her namesake. The flowers growing hereabouts are pretty, to be sure, but perhaps…King Ryoma had once intimated that the Hoshidans had a yearly tradition of flower viewing during spring… ]
It’s very lovely. [ —he says after a moment, his thoughts catching up to her remark. But his gaze is keenly on Sakura as he says it. ]