When one has waded through blood to achieve ambition, the best way to keep one’s enemies off-balance is to observe all the exigencies of proper dress. Ieyasu allowed himself a small closed-mouth smile as they dressed him for his first formal appearance.
When they were finished an underling brought a mirror.
“Great lord.”
“Yoi”, Ieyasu inclined his head. “It is well.”
His beautiful consort covered her mouth with one small hand to camouflage unseemly merriment.
He smiled too, remembering how they had fought back to back and how she had saved his life.
Besides which, he loved her.
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