𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

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The news of Sukuna going off to war within minutes spread through the palace like a disease. Soon enough the guards and maids are whispering about it. Dread fills you everytime it reaches your ear and you decide to wallow in the peace of your own room. 

Eri brings you refreshments every now and then, keeping her distance from you but always checking in.

You do not realise you would miss Sukuna to this extent. Always being in his presence and under his warm gaze everyday, you've come to a realization that you have somehow become a bit dependent on him. Whether it be to confide in him about your silly little worries or just listen to him talk about anything. Even when he's discussing tactics with his generals, there you are, seated rightfully on his lap without a care in the world.

Now that the comforting presence of his is gone, even temporarily, you feel as though you are ripped out of your addiction. Sukuna had once mentioned that he usually does his 'duties' at night. When you are already tired from his antics in bed and sleeping soundly. How you wish this war was just a few hours long.

The constant banging on your door is only worsening your mood. Some wives are now being braver, commanding you to finish your chores and a few having the audacity to suggest some of theirs.

You figure that with you working, you might just be able to take Sukuna off your mind a bit. And with that, you got up with surprising vigor and flourish your duties. Wallowing over something that has already happened is useless and irrelevant. You find it more soothing to now find ways to adapt to this new change. However hard and long the findings may take you.

The sweaty days and lustless nights spirals into weeks. And as the weeks passes by, you find yourself ladened with more work, courtesy of Daku and Tori. When you furiously try to defend yourself against the lawless audacities Daku dangles a pretty threat in front of you.

'You do realise my dear that I am the Lord of the house?' He asks, amused expression on his face as he watches you heaving with frustration. Tori lingers on a throne to his right, a look of horrid satisfaction painting her face.

'And you do realise that you are only temporary? Sukuna assigned you this role and once he arrive back-'

'Exactly right Lady Y/n.' A sick gleam coats his face. 'Once he arrives. But how are you so sure he will?'

Your gut drops to the floor. You haven't thought of that. Finding yourself unable to speak on that possibility, you stew in silence. Using that silence to his advantage Daku continues.

'I am not doubting his Lord's skills as a warrior...however I noticed he has gotten...mild with his ways.' He sneers, 'And the blame lies on you. Daring to horde on his attention when he should be honing on his skills and tactics. Lady Tori here has mentioned to me about your ways. And of course I am also worried for his Lordship. Before he went off I questioned if my presence would also be needed and that I noticed how his routine is lacking of any training-'

'Enough.' Your harsh tone carries throughout the throne room. Guilt gnawing your insides even when you know half of what he said wasn't true. Hatred fills you, blinding you from common sense that your menace of a husband is very much fine and might even be enjoying himself on the war field considering his attitude.

Not caring about your work or how much is now added to your plate, you limp out of the room, Tori's shrieks falling on deaf ears.

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Finding peace of mind in the further corner of the garden, you are curled into a ball, idly watching flowers dance in the wind and the occasional bypassers. A couple of dirty stares has been thrown your way from the lack of duties being fulfilled but you cannot care less.

You know it is..not wrong but selfish of you to mope around. You are not his only wife. There have been hundreds before you and you suspect there will be hundreds after you as well. He is missed by everyone here but they suck it up and get their stuff done. It is not fair to them.

With a fresh wave of motivation, you march back into the palace to find something worthwhile to do. You are not going to be pathetic all because your husband left for war. You are blessed even, to have a husband so powerful that you can expect his presence once again beside you (and on you ;))

A little fire ignites in your gut. Keeping you sane and strong as the days pass by with no news of the war or Sukuna.

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The sun is hot. But the breeze is cool on your skin. Caressing the exposed flesh. You wipe sweat off your brows and resume watering the various bushes of flowers and fruits. Two months have passed and while the others are now seemingly panicking, you remind resilient against their projections of, 'What if something happened to him!?, to Daku's glee.

In between those months, you realize that you can in fact survive and thrive without Sukuna. You found yourself reflecting back to when you were so sensitive to the other wives' envy and spite that you took solace in Sukuna. Sukuna warts of those mean comments. Sukuna silences anyone who badmouths you. Sukuna is the only one on your side. It was always Sukuna Sukuna Sukuna.

But now with him gone. You are left bare to those vile mentions and slanted stares. With him, no longer present beside you, you are left to the mercy of those who despise you. Tori, now acting as though she and Daku are the Masters, takes top place in making sure to torment you however she can.

Finding flaws in your work while she prances around. Messing up a room with Daku only to specifically order you to clean after them. Separating you and Eri. Making the biggest scene in front of an audience who already hates you enough when you accidently stepped on her toes. And loading you with more work with an excuse of, 'You did not lift a finger for months! Consider it like paying off borrowed money but with housework.'. At the end of those extra chores, you find the empty dinning hall. The dirty plates all scattered on the dirty tables and only small scrapes remaining. She makes sure you are the last to eat and the first to work.

Why do you play along with her retarded antics? So that you can play victim when Sukuna arrives. Simply because you want to see her anguish when you are placed back on his golden throne again even after all of her desperate ways to crush you. But that does not mean you did not suffer. Overworked and underfed, you humour yourself with the thought of running away.

 Unable to run, unable to hide. But you manage. In those uncomfortable moments, you grew and flourished. You have learnt independence and trust in yourself to handle anything, even if you know not head nor tail of it. 

With Sukuna gone, you learnt that you do not need him. You want him. And you choose to be with him. But you do not need him.

Right when you move to the next rose bush a thunderous, Earth-shattering noise fills the compound. The sound of a large structure breaking by an intense force. The ground cracks and opens, not enough to fall in but enough to trip. Scared screams and loud voices argue with each other. 

You decide to ignore. But your name reaches your ears, high-pitched and petrified. 

'Y/N! SOMEBODY FIND Y/N!'