Recognition: A Relationship

Another day, some more work. Running a country was proving to be exhausting to Kurumi. If she had the capacity and skill set to do so. She normally relied on clones to do her paper work and other odds and ends while the Lady Daimyō toured her home. Nevertheless, the time for slacking had declined. So here she was putting pen to paper, clearing up several treaties and other important diplomatic documents. Yet Kuru found her mind drifting occasionally, seeking an individual whom she had began a friendship with earlier. Though she had kissed him. Did that mean anything? Probably, though given Kurumi's lack of intimate relationships, any knowledge gained found their origin in books. The woman sighed, finding the overcast day fitting for her mood, before a light patter of water on her back caused Kurumi to turn and close the window behind her. Soon a rain was falling from the sky, landing on the earth. She acutely felt each and every raindrop, do to the landscape's unequivocal ties to its ruler. Part of her wondered if she would pass this on eventually. Though such an idea proved of little concern to her given the nature of her health and well-being. Yang Country's feudal lord was in her prime after all. There was no need to worry about children. Especially with that violet eyed ambassador. She groaned aloud, placing her pen on the desk as she leaned back. Productivity refused to find its way towards her today. Given how much she had accomplished in previous days though, Kuru figured she earned at least one more day off.