Story:

Deep indigo silk starred with silver patterns for Euphy; a warm rose-gold that caught light like dawn for Kicho.

Now fully dressed, made up, hair arranged with fresh camellias, they heard the gate announce Danna-sama's return and glided out to greet him in perfect formation:

Two ideal Yamato women side by side, kneeling with impeccable grace, heads bowed with just the right demure angle, and two pairs of eyes glinting beneath their lashes with absolutely zero demure intent.

Nobunaga stopped dead in the doorway.

For a moment the man who had just taken Kyoto, charmed an empress, and refused half the world simply stood there, drinking in the sight of them.

"...The prettiest," he declared at last, with the solemn gravity he usually reserved for military proclamations, "in the world. Not in Yamato. In the world. All other women can be informed they are competing for third place."