He heard his ordered carriage arrive, he had slept in too much, having to skip breakfast on this unpleasant moment.
Around noon, Aiko Nano sat along ground before a small table in the great dining hall of Lord Kanaka’s house. It wasn’t a particularly grand house or grand wedding feast. Nor was the ceremony. His new wife, Momo sat next to him, her head hung. She looked most defeated during the entire vows, blessings, and now during their first meal as husband and wife. She wore no smile, no expression really. Just a distasteful face. He of course understood, there was nothing scarier than to face the fact of a changing life event.
Momo was a short woman with short black hair that reached just above her shoulders, and bangs, giving a youthful appearance. She had brown eyes, and a wide small nose. She had a round baby-face and soft skin. She clearly did not see the sun often. She wore a Maujalaa; a light blue, large, and heavy bridal robe that extended to her toes. It weighed heavily on the ground.
Aiko was of average height. He had noticed the only slight difference between his height and Momo’s when he stood next to her taking their blessings from the Gods and the universe. He stood maybe three or four inches taller, it wasn’t a true noticeable difference.
The same similarly could be said for Momo, who at twenty-one looked no older than in her mid-teens.
Aiko glanced at her, to him she was quite pretty. If she would smile her appearance could be compared to that of an angel. She looked utterly miserable. He could understand though, he too felt miserable. Getting married and producing heirs was not something he wanted, playing cards and gambling somehow sounded like a better waste of time than to sit here and play husband.
Reading seemed like a much better alternative. He was sure that Momo had someone back at home that she was interested in. They were almost complete strangers. Due to their class differences, while they interacted some prior to this, Momo was more friends with his little sister than acquaintances with him.
Aiko listened to the boring music being played on a large radio. It was the latest invention, in the year 1908, no wealthy family would be seen without it.
None of the music played was lyrical of course, too inappropriate. Some of it was good, Aiko could admit. Yet, the current songs sounded terrible. Perhaps it was the foreshadowing for how terrible this marriage would be. He wouldn’t even be able to get a divorce either. It was nearly illegal. He doubted the courts would grant him permission for one. Now, he would have to play ‘husband’. He did not wish to do so. He wanted to have his fun until he grew old. Nor did he want to be married to such a stuck up wealthy brat as Momo seemed to be, coming from an extremely lavish family as she did.
He glanced back at Momo again, she had hardly touched her food. He scoffed, perhaps too loudly as he saw the woman tense at his verbal lashout. He had no idea why his father was suddenly so keen on him getting married. In truth, it was likely due to his age. He was far too old to not have been married yet. As was Momo oddly. It couldn’t quite understand why suddenly now he was expected to play the part of the eldest son. His father hadn’t quite cared until the past few days.
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