The woman's name was Princess Saro.
She was the princess of Asano Castle.
Once, her family's castle had been besieged by another human army. Men and horses were exhausted, and their provisions had nearly run out. At that moment, Sesshomaru, who had already lost his left arm, happened to pass near the castle; he killed the vast majority of the enemies surrounding it, lifting the siege of Asano Castle.
It could be called a hero rescuing a beauty.
The key was that Sesshomaru was inhumanly handsome.
And so, from then on, she had harbored love for this noble lord.
(In truth, Sesshomaru had killed those people only because the hundreds of men outside the castle drew their swords on him and blocked his path. And whenever Sesshomaru walked, he always took the straight line between two points.
Taking a detour was out of the question.
On top of that, those humans recklessly nocked arrows and drew their blades against him, then actually attacked! There was nothing more to say: he could only crush his way straight through them, conveniently venting his anger at having his left arm cut off by Inuyasha.)
But the girl knew none of this.
She only knew that Sesshomaru had saved their Asano Castle.
Later, her father had foolishly gone to provoke the hero in her heart as well, losing more than half the castle's elite troops he had brought along; her father himself had been dealt such a blow that he questioned his whole life, abandoned himself to madness, and personally set a great fire that burned the castle down from within.
Even so, she had never blamed Sesshomaru.
She remained utterly infatuated with the hero in her heart.
All she wanted was to offer him her heart.
Of course, that was the wish of