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Lord Kita Shinsuke [2- end]

This was long overdue - I hope you all are still on this bandwagon...

Warning: angst; fluff; mentions of yujo (prostitute); pregnancy; smut; this is Shinsuke we're talking about (he tugs my heart strings)

This is long - I owe you guys this <3

Part 1

Shinsuke’s eyes widen immediately the moment he opens them.

He did not need to see their face to know who was in his bed last night.

Terror struck him as his eyes follows each red mark that’s painted on her skin. The indented crescents bite marks on her neck, shoulder, and arm.

Shinsuke was afraid to lift the blanket that was barely covering her.

As quietly as possible, he slipped his arm positioned underneath her neck and sat up. He reached for the covers and pulled it to cover her shoulders.

He looked around his chamber and pieces of clothing were scattered all over the floor.

He exhales deeply, rubbing his forehead to make the ache go away.

“What have I done?”

. .

For two days, Lord Kita has not seen his rusui.

His grandmother had informed him that she was ill.

On the third morning, he wasn’t expecting to see her enter his chambers, but she came in at her usual time with her basket of items to tend his arm.

As if, nothing had happened, she ignored his eyes and quietly served him like every other morning.

Her hair was in a low bun, enough to cover the marks that were visible in his eyes.

He inhales sharply, unable to keep his eyes on her without feeling ashamed for what he has done.

His entire life, he has never forced a woman in bed before and now he was no better than those other samurais who believe they can have any woman they want.

Lord Kita will not deny his desire for Y/n.

It must of have been fate that day when he encountered her at the market when he was taking a temporary stay in the same village.

The small glass cup never met his lips as he was frozen by her beauty.

Lord Kita has sharp keen eyes. Even from the second story of the teahouse and standing at a distance, his eyes were captive by her.

She wore an elegant kimono and had a small smile on her face as she interacted with the elderly lady.

“That’s Minami Y/n.” Spoke Lord Yoshika Tengu, a longtime comrade.

Shinsuke sets his cup down, “is she married?” He does not see a male figure by her side. That was a sign a woman is unmarried or unpaired.

“No. She’s a rusui.”

The silver head frowns, “and she has not been assigned?”

“I’m afraid not.” The older gentleman answers, sipping his sake. “Minami-san somehow gone many years slipping past getting assigned. Now she is at the end of her vocation, not sure who would want her.” He narrows his eyes at the younger man, nodding to his arm that’s in a sling. “If you don’t mind, I’m sure she is still capable of providing for you.”

"How old is she?”

Lord Yoshika shrugs, “I think she is over twenty-five years old.” He holds his cup up for a cheer, “I know her family, she is well-mannered and admirable.” When he notices the odd look on his face he assures, “she’s pretty. If you like, I could call her up here and introduce you two?”

Shinsuke shakes his head, “no, from here, I can tell she’s beautiful.”

. .

Shinsuke catches her wrist before she gets up, he feels her tense up under his touch and he immediately releases her. “I’m sorry.’

Y/n lets out a quiet exhale, avoiding his eyes.

“Can we… talk?”

She turns her head completely away, “there is nothing to talk about.” She stood up to leave but he stopped her, this time holding on to her wrists. “I am your rusui. Not your whore, my Lord. I will not warm your bed again.”

“You are not a whore, nor do I treat you like one.” His eyes stare at her intensely. He inhales, breath shaky. “I see you more than just my rusui. I see you as a woman.”

She jerks her wrists free. Her next words spit out cold, “you don’t treat a woman like that.”

. .

For the first time in his life, Kita Shinsuke has never felt so hopeless.

He has done everything that he has learned from his grandmother to ask for her forgiveness, but none of those things would make her stay in the same room with him longer than needed.

He knew showering her with expensive kimonos was no way to her heart, but he still tried it anyways.

All his gifts for her would be returned by his servant that she has turned them away.

When Y/n is around, she is all that he can see, and he feels like an abandoned puppy when she leaves.

“What…” he pleads, holding her wrist – keeping her from leaving so quickly. His tone softens and he searches for the warmth in her eyes, “what can I do for you to forgive me?”

“Release me.”

He knew she meant it more than his hold on her wrist. She wanted to be free as his rusui.

Once assigned, a rusui is free by only two ways either released or by death.

“I will be more than willing to give you anything you wish for, Y/n,” his eyes are firm as his tone, “anything but that.”

She snatches her wrist free, “then you will never have my forgiveness.”

. .

Three months have passed and Shinsuke is still trying each day.

He would take the basket of his clothes out of her hands, walking ahead to the wash area. He would fight with her until he won, washing his own clothes with her.

If she didn’t come to his room for meals, he would hunt her down and eat with her. That was to stir whispers and Y/n would give in and go to his room to eat.

She was not pleased with the surprise the new wardrobe. Even if the new kimonos were the nicest quality produced. It had the Kita family crest symbol stitched proudly on each item.

Y/n wasn’t oblivious, that was a sign of status change.

. .

Her eyes opened upon hearing her chamber door slide open and she quickly closed them again.

Shinsuke is a skilled samurai, his footsteps would not be heard or felt.

“I have been summoned to the office, there is a matter I must take care of.”

Y/n steadies her breath as if she was still sleeping.

His fingertips grazing her cheeks softly, “I will stay at the office for a while… please take care of yourself and baa-chan.”

. .

Y/n inhales and exhales for the millionth time.

She wasn’t sure what was wrong but felt like something was wrong.

It has been a whole week since Lord Kita’s departure.

Each day, Hoshi returns with some of his items and sometimes a letter.

Y/n,

I hope you are eating and resting well.

Shin

Y/n sends Hoshi back with a bundle of new clothes and some dried fruits she has made. She would then wash his returned clothes and hang them to try and repeat it the following day. She keeps herself busy with whatever chores she can get her hands on but is immediately turned away.

The whole compound was no fool.

Y/n knew it wouldn’t be long before she could no longer hide it.

Her body was changing.

“I was a rusui.”

Y/n looks over at baa-chan. “You were?”

From that angle, Y/n could see the resemblance of Shinsuke as his grandmother. Their soft features, straight nose, and the same chin.

“Shin’s grandfather was fifteen years older than me, but he loved me dearly.” She looks at Y/n, “Shin’s mother was a rusui too and married his father six months after she was assigned to him.”

Y/n could only hold the older lady’s gaze, unsure where she was leading this conversation.

“I know my sons; they are loyal, and they love hard,” she pauses, looking deeply into Y/n’s eyes. “I know what happened between you and Shin. I did not raise him that way and he must pay for his action.” She looks away and sighs, “I may be old, but my years of experience is still there… how much longer will you keep the news away from him?”

. .

“Lord Kita has caught a cold.”

Rumors about the flu were going around the village and Y/n’s heart began to race.

Hoshi looks at Y/n and quietly directs the next question at her, “he ordered me to not say a word but… his fever isn’t going down.” He pauses, as if hesitating to ask the next question, “will you go to him?”

. .

Lord Kita’s bangs glued to his sweaty forehead and his breathing was shallow.

Y/n places her palm on his forehead, brushing back the bangs. His temperature burned underneath her touch.

As though he could sense her in his deep slumber, he lets out a breath of relief.

“How long has he been ill?”

Hoshi exhales, “I noticed four days ago when he wasn’t feeling well, but he’s been in bed for two days now.”

“Please fetch me a bowl and cloth.” Y/n quickly pulls the covers back to find his yukata damp. She immediately tugs his clothing off to be able to wipe him down to cool his body temperature.

“Y/n?”

Y/n catches his eyes, “let me get you some water –“

He grabs her wrist, preventing her from leaving his side. “You’re really here?”

“Yes,” she places a hand over his, “I’ll be right back.”

In his state, he still had the strength to hold her still. “No,” he swallows dryly, “don’t – leave me.”

Y/n cups his cheek with her other hand, “why didn’t you tell me you did not feel well?”

Shinsuke found comfort against her touch, he leaned into her palm – ignoring her question.

Hoshi returns just in time to see his captain alert, “here’s the water and cloth!”

“Water please,” Y/n orders next. She pries her hands free to grab the cloth, dowsing it in the water. She looks at him, “we need to bring your temp down.”

She dabs his face gently before his neck and then chest. She tried her best to ignore his heavy gaze on her.

He shuts his eyes and exhales softly, “thank you.”

“It is nothing, just rest,” Y/n mumbles and a few minutes later, his breath became steady.

. .

Shinsuke wakes up to a sleeping Y/n beside him. She had both arms tucked under her head and was deeply asleep. Judging from the dim lights it was still nighttime.

He sits upward, his yukata bunching up at his waist. Slipping his arms through the sleeves, he tosses the covers before reaching over to gently slip his arms underneath her and slide her carefully over onto the futon.

She must have been exhausted to not stir from the sudden movement. He lifts her head gently to fix the pillow under her head before pulling the covers over the both of them.

His fever has died down and he was now wide awake. He props himself on his elbow, just watching her sleep.

Shinsuke’s hand itched badly just to touch her face and when he finds the courage to almost graze her cheeks before she rolls over towards him.

He held his breath as her eyes began to flutter. When they finally locked with his, it took a full second before she realized that he was really staring right back at her.

She immediately sits up and shocks him by placing a palm against his forehead and cheek. “Your temperature went down.”

He grabs her hand, “yes, I feel much better.” He sees her shoulders relax before she takes notice that she’s on the same futon as him. Her hand jerks away from his and she was about to scramble when he wraps an arm around her waist and tugs her back with a little more force than intended to. Y/n stumbles on to her elbow, looking up at him with wide shocked eyes.

With a soft tone, he orders, “stay.”

Shinsuke frowns when her eyes shift hesitantly, and she gripped the sheets of his futon tightly. His palm shifts, realizing he was still holding her intimately and was about to retract his hand when he stops dead.

Beneath his palm, he feels the firmness of her tummy through her yukata.

His eyes drop to his palm, and he inhales sharply.

If he wasn’t careful, he would have missed it.

He sees it now.

The material of her yukata showed a small but quite visible bump from his view.

His palm naturally rubs her tummy, the bump, where he is sure…

“You’re with child?”

. .

Whatever illness Shinsuke caught, has now completely disappeared.

He could not sleep for the rest of the night.

He couldn’t quite understand what he was feeling exactly. He felt disgusted with himself for being happy that she was carrying his child.

Every day he wishes he could turn back time to that night…

Shinsuke has vowed to spend the rest of his life atoning for his mistake.

So, couldn’t he just be allowed to feel an ounce of happiness?

Though it was very hard for him to contain his excitement and joy, he was still very respectful of Y/n’s boundaries.

“Yes, I am with child.” She pushes his hand away to sit up. “It will not change that I am your rusui though.” Her condition is that she will remain his rusui even after she gives birth to his child.

Shinsuke wanted badly to object but remained silent. He will not upset her.

When the sun slowly began to make its entrance, Shinsuke takes one last glance at the women sleeping deeply beside him before he closes his eyes with a smile to the thought, I’m going to be a father.

. .

Everyone could see the changes in Lord Kita.

Even the blind could tell.

He radiated wherever he went.

Y/n was his rusui, trained to be by his said at all times yet he was the one trailing behind her, following her.

He paced back in forth outside her temporary chamber, anxious to know what was happening as the doctor evaluated Y/n.

He was down at the end of the hall when he heard the door slide open and the doctor exit. His long strides meet the doctor in no time and silently waits for the doctor’s report.

“Ms. Minami is with child.”

Yes, he knew that. Shinsuke patiently waits for the doctor to continue. He wouldn’t give his report in the hallway and waited until they were in a private room.

“Judging from the size of her tummy, I’d say she is about four months along or so.” He was slowly killing Shinsuke. “Her pulse is healthy.”

“Did… did she say anything?” Shinsuke whispered.

The older gentleman frowned, “she did not say anything more than a yes or no at my questions. Are you referring to something else, Lord Kita?”

“Will… she keep ou – this child?”

When the question finally clicked, the doctor smiled promisingly. “Yes, my Lord, I have faith Ms. Minami will keep this child.” Shinsuke exhales in relief. “You see, when I was reading her pulse – she was very worried something was wrong until I assured her that the baby, she carried was fine. She was not convinced and when she allowed me to feel her tummy, I told her that I sensed the baby would be a strong one – I can feel it with my hands.” Shinsuke’s heart soared. “Believe me, my Lord, she will carry your heir with grace.”

Shinsuke and Y/n return back to the compound two days later after his work at the office was completed. A carriage was requested for the return because Shinsuke was not going to have the mother of his child ride a horse back.

The only thing she was allowed to carry was the small bundle of two bento boxes for the trip made by the kind servant.

Shinsuke found himself constantly staring at her baby bump frequently. He might be imagining things but he’s so sure that her baby bump has changed drastically from a few days ago.

“Ready to go home?” The last word slipped out of his mouth before he realized, and she didn’t seem to notice and accepted his awaiting hand to help her climb up into the carriage.

Y/n felt like it was unnecessary to be riding a carriage back. A horse alone would be more efficient. She was a skilled rider as well and would be safe riding in her state.

She noticed Lord Kita’s complete change in demeanor. Since his discovery of pregnancy, he has been even more protective than before, and roles seem to have reversed. He follows her everywhere and can’t be without her for no more than five minutes before he comes to hunt her down. She had to argue for her own chamber and knew he wanted badly to oppose but agreed only if he was next door to his. He’s the one waking up early and bringing her tea – only approved tea for pregnant woman along with some light breakfast that the doctor has suggested.

Y/n seats herself at the far end of the carriage and the carriage itself wobbled with each movement. She swallowed, feeling nauseous suddenly.

She woke up feeling a bit sickly and prayed it would go away before Lord Kita would come in.

Leaning her head against the side of the carriage, she closed her eyes waiting for him.

. .

Y/n jolts awake, blinking and realizing she is laying horizontally.

“Sorry, the road is going to get bumpy from here.” Turning her head, she looks right up at Shinsuke. It clicked in her head that she was laying on his lap.

Y/n sits up a little too fast that a hand covers her mouth as she gags. Shinsuke calls her name, but she is already on the other side of the carriage with her head out the window.

Shinsuke shouts for the driver to stop and the carriage comes to an abrupt pause that causes Y/n to lose her balance. He catches her before she can fall and lifts her on the seat. Panic boils in him as he reads her face, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe the residue on her chin.

Exhaustedly, she tries to push his hand away, mumbling, “it’s fine, I’m fine…”

Hoshi flings the door open and both him and Yato look inside with wide eyes, “what happened?!”

“It’s just morning… sickness.” Y/n waves her hand, embarrassment flushed.

“Shall we take a break?” Lord Kita asks softly, “get some fresh air?”

Y/n shakes her head, “we’re close, right?”

“Yes, no more than an hour.” Yato answers.

“No break, I just want to go home.” She whispers loud enough for Shinsuke to hear her.

Shinsuke nods, “let’s go then, shall we?”

. .

They returned to the compound over an hour later. Shinsuke sent Yato ahead to have the maid prepare Y/n a hot bath and meal. He ordered the driver of the carriage to go slow for Y/n’s sake.

She didn’t fight him when he shifted her head onto his lap, and she slept soundlessly the rest of the way home.

She didn’t stir when he carried her out of the carriage and into the compound, ignoring the stares from his servants. He brings her straight to his chambers, laying her down on his futon.

He leaves shortly to ask the maid to call for a doctor and bowl of water with a washcloth.

“Shin-boy, what is going on?” His grandmother asks quietly, entering his chamber. She looks down at Y/n before approaching her. “Is it morning sickness?”

“She didn’t feel well during the ride back,” he kneels on the other side of Y/n.

“I’m fine,” Y/n mumbles quietly and exhaling softly, “just… nauseous and tired.”

Shinsuke watched his grandmother place a palm on her forehead, “hang in there, my dear. Carrying a Kita will be worth it in the end. I promise.”

. .

It was only a matter of two days and Y/n noticed the growth of the baby. The morning sickness was still terrible, but she learned to bear it.

Among all the pregnancy changes, her sudden craving was definitely a strange one.

She woke up one morning wanting to eat fish.

Never had fish before, but she was craving it.

“Absolutely not.” Shinsuke objected, “I will go to the end of the world to get whatever you crave for, but I will not allow you to eat fish.”

“Shin-boy,” his grandmother calls, “when a pregnant woman craves something, it will not go away until she gets it. It may not be Y/n-chan’s craving, but your baby.”

He looks at Y/n, “is this something that will pass in the next few days?”

“I’ve been craving some grill fish the past few days actually…”

Shinsuke still opposed the idea of allowing her to intake fish. He didn’t want to risk anything, but he noticed that she was completely fine the morning he found her in the kitchen picking at fish meat. He stopped her before she could eat some.

The doctor sat in the room, ready to act if a flare up was to happen.

“Itadakimasu.”

It was an awkward moment as all eyes were on Y/n as she took the first bite of the fish. Chewing slowly before slowing.

Sharp inhales came from the servants by the door as they watched her take a second bite.

“You… feel, okay?” Shinsuke asks quietly.

Y/n nods her head with a small smile, “yes, a little dry but delicious still.”

. .

Typhoon season has made its arrival.

The strong wind rattles Y/n’s windows, ready to tear it out of its frame.

She is unable to sleep, and aware Lord Kita is still up in his chambers.

The shadows of the tree closest to her windows shake furiously, as if waving at her.

Y/n was never fond of storms.

Standing up, she was about to grab her pillow and comforters when the loud crash startled her.

The wind had knocked over the tree, crashing through the roof and windows.

“Y/n!”

She didn’t know when she had moved to the corner of the room, the furthest way from the broken room. Shinsuke rushes over to her, cradling her face and forcing her to look right into his eyes, “are you hurt?”

“N – no…” the pillow and blanket she clutched drops as she touches her belly. “We’re fine…”

Not wasting another second, Shinsuke wraps an arm around her, guiding her out of her room. Though his room was across from hers, it was not in the direction of the wind.

His room was quiet, almost as if nothing was happening outside.

“I’ll be right back.”

She nods, taking a seat on his futon. As soon as his doors slid shut, she collapsed, expelling the breath she had been holding. She could vaguely hear Shinsuke making orders before he reenter his room.

“I should go grab another futon.”

Shinsuke stops her before she could move, “the storage room was also damaged from the wind too, the futons are in there.”

Less than five minutes later, the storm was over.

Y/n lays beside Shinsuke on his full-size futon, sharing the same comforter.

“I wish…” she whispers, with her eyes shut. “I wish you didn’t treat me this way.”

“What do you mean?”

Her eyes open and she turns her head to look at him, “you make it hard to hate you.” His hazel eyes stared deeply into hers and she continued, “you shouldn’t be this nice to me. You shouldn’t treat me… this well.” She turns away.

“I fell in love with you way before you became my rusui.”

She turns her head again, locking eyes. “You… mean that?”

“I first saw you one day in your town while I was having tea with an old comrade, Lord Yoshika.” Shinsuke turns onto his side, an arm pillowing his head. “I should be the one wishing for you to not treat me so well.” His hand reaches over to tuck her hair behind her ear. “After what I did… I am embarrassed and ashamed of myself. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you and this child.”

Her silence killed him, but he deserves every bit of it.

She turns to her side, facing him, mirrors him by tucking her arm underneath her head. There was a soft smile on her face and Shinsuke feared he was hallucinating.

“Tell me one more time…”

His heart pounded hard and fast against his chest, and he couldn’t find his voice.

Y/n reaches to cup his cheek, “do you… not mean it?”

“I love you.” He took his chance. Shinsuke will tell her he loves her every day for the rest of his life if it means to see that smile on her face. “I love you only.”

He kisses her palm, “I love you.” He repeats a little louder.

His eyes widen as she lifts herself and closes the distance between them, pressing her lips against his.

Shinsuke rolls onto his back, pulling her over him, keeping her lips molded to his.

She pulls away, breathless, looking down at him with an expression he will tattoo into his memories.

If he didn’t know any better, it was a look of forgiveness.

Her eyes widen, feeling something poke against her thigh. “My Lord –“

Shinsuke groans, not because she’s rubbing against him but because he’s embarrassed how hard he became.

Y/n sits up and glances at the visible tent. Her hand reaches behind to tug her obi loose and before her yukata could open up, Shinsuke stills her hands. “What are you doing?”

“What – what are you doing?” he stutters.

Her doe-like eyes gaze at him softly, “but I need you too.” She shakes off his hands and pushes her yukata off her shoulders. His eyes remain locked with hers, refusing to look at her naked body. Y/n grabs his hand and places it on her belly, where their baby rests.

His eyes shift downwards, and his eyes are filled with mixed emotions. His fingers spread against the tight skin of her belly and a low breath escaped from his lips.

Y/n shifts his hand to her chest, his large palm pressed against her sensitive breast. “Shin.”

He swallows the lump in his throat, his control fading. “I – I might not be able to control myself…”

“I know you won’t hurt me.”

Whatever ounce of control he had remained depleted, and he lunges forward, kissing her hungrily. He lays her gently onto her back, making sure to not allow his weight to crush her. His hands worked quickly to rid his yukata and while his mouth never left hers, he shifted himself between her legs.

His rough finger pad slides against her slit, collecting the wetness before pushing a finger into her hot heat.

Her nails dug into his arms, and she bites down on his lower lip, moaning.

Shinsuke slowly retracks his finger before repeating the same movement until her walls relaxed so he could slip another finger. His lips run along her jaw to her neck. “You’re so beautiful, Y/n…”

Her fingers thread through his silver mane, “my – my body… has changed from last time…”

Shinsuke lifts his head, peering down at her, his brows knitted.

Y/n looks away, “it’s not the same any –“

“No, but you are still beautiful.” He pecks her lips softly, “even more beautiful now.” His fingers slip out of her heat, and he leans back onto his heels. The same hand that is slick with wetness grasps his hard cock and he strokes himself. “I don’t think I can wait much longer, my love? Will you allow me to make love to you?”

Y/n nods her head, widening her legs. Her eyes scanned his naked body, his defined muscles all over his body made her feel hot. Though it was normal for her to see his naked body since she dressed him in the morning and night – she hasn’t been tending to his need lately due to her pregnancy. Shinsuke took it upon himself to dress himself without her help.

Shinsuke was in a moment of daze, seeing Y/n laying before himself. Naked, willingly offering herself to him.

The last time he touched her, he couldn’t remember any of it. He has never got so intoxicated to forget his action and the only thing he could think of was that his liquor may have been spiked by Risa, an old acquaintance and yujo. She was not happy to hear that he no longer wanted to meet her.

He was not expecting Risa’s appearance the day they returned, and it was his fault for allowing himself to fall for her tactics and indulge himself with her even if it was for one last time.

Shinsuke swore when he heard someone outside his chambers and immediately knew it was his rusui. He sent Risa off – unable to continue the act.

He tried his hardest to mend their relationship better and only made it worst when he forced himself onto her.

“Shin,” her voice pulled him back, “make love to me.”

After all that he has done, how could this woman still want him?

“I love you,” he whispers, and her smile is all he needs now. He pushes his hips forward, pressing the tip of his bulbous cock against her core before pushing his cock all the way.

Y/n winces, eyes shutting tight at being filled fully.

“Hey, look at me.” His voice trembles, “ar – are you okay?”

“Yes,” she whispers, exhaling deeply. Her eyes open and she smiles, “I’m okay…”

Shinsuke holds his weight over her and slowly rocks his hips, keeping his focus on her. His thrusts are shallow but gradually increasing deeper as her walls accommodate his girth.

Her quiet moans ring his ears and he thrived to engrave it.

He sits back on his heels, hand gripping her hip as he increases his thrusts – seeing that it drove her to want him more and more with the way her walls squeezed his cock.

Shinsuke was close, it had been a long time and he was becoming undone with the love he has for her.

Only for her.

Her is beside her head, and she watches him with hooded eyes full of the same passion as his. Her tits jiggles in sync with his thrusts.

“… so close…” he mumbles over and over until she cums, her walls fluttering around his cock – all to make him cum. He gives two more deep thrusts before his hips still, cumming deep inside of her.

He woke up early, wondering if it was a dream to find Y/n sleeping soundlessly in his arms. He thanks the Gods from above for a second opportunity to prove himself.

He found himself standing outside viewing the damage the storm brought. Tying his sleeves back, he began cleaning up the mess.

One by one, his servants all came to help him.

He freezes, feeling a towel pressed gently against his forehead and face, wiping away the sweat and dirt.

“You left me alone.”

Shinsuke smiles and apologizes. He takes her hand and guides her back to the deck. “I promise I won’t leave you alone anymore but for now, you need to stay here as we clean up this mess.”

Shinsuke sneaked glances at Y/n every now and then but the next time he turns around, he smiles at the sight of Y/n sleeping against the post.

He kneels on one knee in front of her, gazing at her sleeping form. Looking up at the sun, this was roughly the same time every day that she would take a nap.

“Shin…” His eyes widen, still not used to her calling him by his given name. Her eyes flutter open and she whispers, “tell me you love me again.”

A bright smile forms on his face as he grabs her hands, “I love you, Y/n. I love you dearly.”

She smiles tiredly, “I too, I love you too Shinsuke.”

. . .

E/N: Nothing proofread... I hope Lord Kita has smitten your heart. I'm thinking of maybe just a side story - to connect to Lord Suna's story where they run into each other. Thank you for hanging onto my Lord series! On to the next one!

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