A fantasy roleplay about a Samurai lady, and a princess.

Name: Princess Sayomi Inoue
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Preferances: Blossoms of the cherry tree, sweet tasting tea, sweet foods, imported goods, her pet white tiger Iku, reading, Practicing Calligraphy.
Dislikes: Men touching her(avoids it if possible), Bitter tea.
Bio: Sayomi is now elligible by her father's terms to be married. She is to be married to the strongest samurai of their kingdom(Your character).
Appearance:

Name: Sakura Hatake
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Preferences: Caligraphy, Exotic Weaponry, Animals, Tea
Dislikes: Men and War
Bio: Sakura as a woman isn't supposed to be a warrior but her mother died leaving her with her father who was an old warrior and trained her fiercely not knowing what else to do with her. This as a result has hardened her but even still there is still an unspoken love between the two.
Appearance:

Another day dawned on the kingdom, and everyone woke with the rising sun. Among the masses was Princess Sayomi, Daughter of Itaiku Inoue, ruler of the kingdom. A maid came in and proceeded to help her dress into one of her finer kimonos.
Today was the first day of the tournament.
It was for all the samurai of the kingdom to participate. The strongest would come to live at the castle, and protect the royals, and ultimatly, have the princess's hand in marriage.

Sakura was among the samurai for the tournament. As a master of Melee weaponry she was a strong warrior. She had her best Armor which was pitted and scarred much like her own body. She looked around at her opponents measuring them up as they stood silently or they talked among each other or were sparring or practicing. She had her Katana, Wakizashi. Battle Fan, and her chinese longsword all attach to her waist and hips. She stood quietly as she prepared to test her skill.

"Welcome swordsmen!" Itaiku announced from his pedastool. "The tournament shall begin shortly." He proceeded to go over the rules, what was allowed, what wasn't, and what the winner would get.

Soon enough, the rounds began.

Sakura watched as her opponents fought one another and soon enough she was up. She laid what would have been a fatal were it not for the rules ending that round. She and another well known Samurai were eventually in the final round she could tell by looking at him that he was going to be a challenge. She drew her Katana for the upcoming match.

((You wanna play the other Samurai?))

Mitsuri drew his sword as he advanced at Sakura. He quickly raised it and swung at her, attemtping a side ways blow at her chest.

Sakura easily deflects the sword and moves in for a mock killing blow as per the rules.

The samurai stepped back to parry, but wasn't able to fully deflect it. He would have been dead had this been a real battle. "Sakura Hatake, is our winner!" Itaiku announced after the battle came to an end.

Sakura sheathed her katana and bowed to the emperor, to the judge, and finally to her opponent. She finished the tournament as the winner and waited for her to be acknowledged by whoever was to award her prize.

It was the princess who came to bestow the prize to her. It was a very fine sword, with a sheath, along with a medal, and a contract, saying that Sakura would now work at the palace. It was the complete package. A weapon, a trophy, a contract, and a wife. "O brave samurai, these are your rewards." She spoke bowing as she offered them to the champion.

Alex knelt as she took the rewards and stayed in the position facing down until she was asked to stand up or she walked away.

"Please, stand up." Sayomi asked kindly as she stood before the warrior. She wanted to see her future spouse's eyes. She was one of those, who thought they could tell alot about a person by their eyes.

Sakura stood upand removed her helmet. Her long hair was in a warrior's foxtail. Her face though feminine looking had one huge scar across it that ran over her left eye that appeared to be blind. Her face had a battle worn quality to it but also had the gentle nature of a true samurai. Though without seeing her completely naked you'd never guess her to be a woman.

OOC: I just realized something... In today's society... Sakura will be robbing the craddle. XD

A gentle smile came to Sayomi's painted red lips. "I will expect to see you tonight, before I go to bed." She told him/her, before she turned to head back to her chair beside her father. Threw the rest of the celebration, Sayomi's eyes, some how kept wandering back to Sakura.

Sakura decided to head back to her place to remove her armor to reveal her Samurai Yukata on her body. She put on her sandles and headed toward the festival where she decided to hace a little fun playing a few of the games.

Eventually, Sayomi left the fesitval, and headed home, while her father and mother stayed behind. Sayomi had things to do... things to plan... Like the wedding. Though she had to wonder how her future spouse felt about this.

Sakura eventually when it got later headed to the castle having won nothing. She headed to the palace where she was let in with no trouble and was escorted to the princesses room where she knocked.

OOC: Should Sayomi know Sakura is a girl now? Or not yet?

((No not until they have "relations"))

Here was her soon to be "husband". She heaved a silent sigh as she got up and headed towards the door. "Please come in." She motioned for her to enter as she stepped back. "We needed to discuss the wedding."

Sakura stepped into the extravagant room and looked around before she faced Sayomi "Princess should we really be worrying about marriage right away? I haven't even moved into the palace... and this is only the second time we've talked"

Sayomi wouldn't look her in the eyes. "My father wants me to be married to you right away." She responded closing her eyes. She was just following orders.

Lucky for Sakura her father was the warrior type not really looking for a family... but not everybody in this era was that lucky. "Hmm... well let me at least get moved in first."

Sayomi nodded. "I will tell my father your desires." She responded, her gaze still upon the floor. How could she marry this man?