Hot Springs Pleasure Trip Nene Yoshitaka Japane... -

Her palanquin, simple but sturdy, swayed gently as the retinue of a dozen loyal attendants, guards, and her favorite court ladies ascended the wooded path to the secluded hot springs of Yoshino. The leaves were a tapestry of crimson and gold, each gust of wind sending a silent prayer of colour fluttering to the earth.

“Hideyoshi,” she whispered to the cold, clear sky. “You would have hated this. You always wanted grand castles, loud drums, and a thousand cheering men.” A tear, no different from the hot spring water, traced a line to her jaw. “But I think… this is victory too. To sit in silence. To be warm. To be simply me .” Hot Springs Pleasure Trip Nene Yoshitaka JAPANE...

A nightingale sang in the dark forest.