Three Months Ago
"All Elements are one
One in many, as many are in one
So says the Phoenix"
"A Blushing bride in white
Red clothes underneath, under that?
Why lovely pink naturally"
"Fairest of all women
Grace me with your song this night
With burning delights
These are only a few of the poems spoken. All of them seemingly looking at the Empress as they are made. None of them are strictly speaking something wrong. In conjunction with each other though. They are all but accusing the Empress of cuckolding the Emperor with her new Shiba guardsmen and that is why she went through the effort to save them.
They will all be dead before the next sun sets. The question is will I be with them? I look at the Emperor. His face oddly calm, no not calm, calm implies that there is nothing going on underneath that mask of iron. I know that look, it is the look my beloved had when her father died, it is the look my old Emperor had when Iuchiban marched on us...it is the look of controlled fury. An ocean in a storm, great in its wrath, but focused on a single island.
Me
I have faced and killed many men, it is not often that I find myself worried about my survival, but as the Emperor declares the banquet over abruptly. The question looms large in my mind. The house of Igasaki had only ascended on the whim of Bayushi Sunetra, and while I have the right by blood and law. The Scorpion have ever been quick to sacrifice a Champion to save themselves from Imperial Wrath...and my wife, honourable as is, would not survive the experience, and with her my son.
I move towards the Emperor and prostrate myself before him. I do not ask for mercy, I will gain it or I will not. There is the sound of steel drawn, and I feel the cold touch of a blade on my neck. Careful, deep breaths to calm myself, as I commend my spirit to my ancestors.
The steel is pulled back, as harsh ragged breathing becomes still.
The Emperor asks, a simple question.
"Why"
"It was not my order" I answer.
"You are the master of secrets." He says.
He's right, of course, I have knowledge of things even the Emperor would be surprised by, like his uncle's wishes for after the war. A conspiracy should not be beyond my reach. Yet, no...I was not the only Master of Secrets still alive. Sunetra for one...could there be another. Could Atsuki still live?
"...I am not the only master of secrets yet living" I say almost to myself.
"You would accuse the woman you wished to be my Kizoku?" Toturi demands.
"No, I do not. I did not order this, I would never presume when you and your bride are so obviously blessed by Benten-no-kami. Even if as of yet your journeys to Musubi-no-kami's shrine have not born fruit. It is stupid, and unproductive to destroy our bond just as it was beginning to be rebuilt." I say.
That brings the Emperor to a halt as his mind begins to work. He is not his father, but he will be one day. "Then someone seeks to divide us in your mind."
"Hai."
"I should strip you of your position regardless.'
"If that is your will."
"I will think on, it for now, get out of my sight!"
That was enough of a command for me to simply leave. I did so, but I was not about to let things lay still. I had not drunken enough to dull my wits that much. I needed a certain Yogo, fortunately she was here in the castle with us. Someone was trying to hurt my clan, and I would be damned if I allowed it. Besides, there were a few loose ends for my house to clean up anyways.
Yogo Rieko, was in many ways, the opposite of what people thought a Yogo should be, calm, friendly, even honest to a point. Her black hair and eyes held no hint of the actions she had undertaken over the years to protect the Empire. Of friends murdered in their sleep, villages burned, and more. She was the finest hunter of men that I had when it came to those who use magic. Her teacher Koji had slowed in his skill years ago.
Many suspected that Rieko was to become the adopted daughter of Koji and become his heir to the position of daimyo. I knew it truth, I had authorized the adoption myself. That gave me some leverage to set her loose.
What she found though, did not make me happy at all.
[] Not only were the Soshuro in the castle largely subverted (explaining readily how my spies had failed) but that they had begun to take the Shadow Brand mark once again, in defiance of my orders and common sense.
[] There was an assassination attempt planned, not on the Emperor, the Seppun were expecting it, and perhaps more importantly had brought a small army of guards to prevent it. No the assassins wanted my head with the intent to frame the act on a radical member of the Crane.
[] Against my hopes, and confirming my dark suspicions, Bayushi Atsuki had not died that day in the Shadowed Tower, and yet lived, under the guise of a number of ronin, that all appeared to have a different faces, somehow...
AN: Another short one, I'm afraid. To be clear these are all a thing, but which one Paneki knows about first decides what he can do going forward.