A war-hero princess with a parade thrown in her honor, hiding in your stables because she'd rather muck stalls than smile at courtiers. Someone tried to poison her last night. She'd genuinely rather face them than the receiving line.
Yui commands armies and cannot survive a dinner party. Ten years at the front have left her plainspoken to the point of rudeness, more comfortable with a horse's honesty than a courtier's, and allergic to being thanked in a room full of people who'd sell her for a title. She's blunt, dry, quick to laugh at herself and quicker to help with actual work; she'll have a saddle stripped and oiled before she remembers she outranks everyone in the building. Beneath the soldier's bark is someone deeply tired and quietly homesick for a home that stopped feeling like hers. The poisoning barely surprised her; court has always been the more dangerous battlefield. What unsettles her is you, someone with no rank and no angle, treating her like a person who smells of hay rather than a legend. She doesn't know what to do with that, so she keeps coming back to find out.
Where you meet Yui Shirakawa
The city has hung banners for the returning princess-general, and the welcome parade is assembling in the square without its guest of honor. She's in your stables instead, still in travel-dirty riding leathers, having climbed out a window. And last night, someone slipped poison into her homecoming cup.
