Good morning, My King.
Well this was something nice to find this morning! I just got up at the time of writing this. You did find me well and I miss You too Dark, though thereβs no need to rush any of Your duties or anything to spend time with me. I look forward to when You can find the time to get away for a bit My King and I hope You have a good day today.
(He chuckles, warmed by her sweet concern, as He continues to write in His ornate and careful hand.)
My dearest love, it seems you have yet to be completely aware of My determination to correct such a dreadful oversight on My part. For thereβs no greater duty that One can have than to those He holds most dear.
At any rate, darling, I will do My level best to make the separation worthwhile. I have a surprise for you upon My returnβ¦
Yours,
Dark(The affectionate missive is rolled up and sealed by His signet ring pressing against the blood-red wax. The sealed scroll, once the wax has cooled, disappears from His hand and reappears before her.)
I smiled as I saw the next message appear, stroking over the seal softly a moment before I broke it. After several minutes of reading, I reached for the stowed away stack of the same paper and penned my own response in cursive.
βππ π¦πΎππ,
πͺπ½ ππ, πΌβπ πΈπππ ππππππ πΆππΆππ ππ» π½ππ πΉππππππΎπππΉ π΄ππ πΈπΆπ π·π. π πΈππππΆπΎπ ππππΈππ ππ½πΆπ π½πΆπ π ππππΉ ππΆπππΎππ ππ½πΎπ πππΆπ πΎπ πΆ πππππΆππππ ππ ππ½πΆπ. πΌ π½πΆππ ππ πΉπππ·ππ ππ» π΄πππ πΉππππππΎππΆππΎππ ππ πΉππ ππ½π π΄ππ πππππΉ ππ ππ ππππππ π πππππΈππΎππ ππ» ππ½πππ π΄ππ π½πΆππ πππΉππ π΄πππ ππΎππ.
π―π½ππππ½ π΄ππβππ πππππ ππ ππ½π π»πΆπΈπ πΎπβπ πΆπ ππππππΎππ½π, πΌ ππππ π΄ππ π½πΆππ ππ½π πΌππΈ, ππ½π πππ½ππ πΈπππ ππ» ππ½πΎπΈπ½ ππ½πππ ππππ π½πΆππ πΆπ π ππΆπππΉ πΆππΉ ππππΉ ππ π·π π·πππππ½π ππ ππ ππ πππΉ πΆππΉ ππ½π π ππππΎπ·πΎππΎππ ππ» πππ ππππ ππ ππ πππππππΉππ πΆπΉπΉπ ππ ππ½πΆπ, π πππ πππ πΆππΉ ππππΎ ππ ππππ πΆπ»πππ, ππ½ππΈπ ππ ππππΉ πππ πΆππΉ ππ½ πππ, π πππ½πΆπ π ππ½π πππ ππππ πΎππ ππππΆππ. πΏππππΎππ π»ππ ππΆππ ππ ππππ π΄πππ π·ππππ½πππ π»πππ πππΆπππΎππ ππππΆπππΉπΉππ.
ππππ πΆπππΉ ππ πΆππ ππ» ππ½πΆπ π»πΆπππΆ, πΌ πΉππβπ ππΎππΉ ππΆπΎππΎππ πΆ ππ½πΎππ ππ ππΆππ ππ π΄ππ. πΌπβπ ππππ ππ½πΆπ πππππ½ ππ½π ππΆπΎπ πΌ ππ½πΎππ, π πππ πΎπ πππΆππ πΌ πΈπΆπ ππΆππ πΈπΆππ ππ» π΄ππ ππ½ππ πΌ πππ π΄ππ πΆππΆπΎπ π·ππΈπΆπππ ππΆππππππ πππππ π΄ππβππ π·πππ πππππππππΎππ π΄πππππππ» πΆππΆπΎπ.β
An eyebrow raised as I remembered the last line and I chuckled as I absently fiddled with the main pendant of the necklace I was wearing.
βπ ππππ ππΎππ? πͺπ½ πππ πΌβπ πΈπππΎπππ, πΎπ» πΎπβπ πΆππππ½πΎππ ππΎππ π΄πππ ππππΆπ ππππ ππΎπππ ππ π¦πΎππ πΎπβπ πππΎππ ππ π·π πΆππΆππΎππ πΌ π½πΆππ ππ ππππππΎππ ππ ππ½πΆπ. πΌ πΉπ ππππ ππ½πΆπ πΉπππ πΎππ π½ππ πππΈπ½ πΌ ππππ π»ππππΆππΉ ππ ππ½ππ πΆππΉ π½ππ π½πΆπ π π πΌ πΆπ ππ πππΈππΎππ πππ, πΌ ππΆππ ππ ππππ ππ½π πππππππ πΆ ππΎππππ ππ πΆπππ, πΌ πππΆπ ππ½πππβπ ππππ ππ πππΈπ½ πππΈπ½πΆππππΉ π πΆπ ππ ππ πΈπΆπ ππΆππ π»ππ πΆ ππΎππ πΆπ»πππ πΆππ. πππΉ ππ πππΆππ½ ππΎππ½π π·π πππππΎππ πΆ ππΎππππ πππ, ππ½ππ πΆππΆπΎπ π΄ππ ππππ π½ππ π·πΆπΉ ππ πππππΎππ½π πΎπ ππ πΌ ππΎππ½π π·π πππππ.
πππππΆπ, πΌβππ π·πππ ππΆππ·ππΎππ ππππ ππππππ½ πΆππΉ πΌ ππ½πΎππ πΌβπ πππΎππ ππ ππππΉ ππ½πΎπ ππ»π». πΌ ππππ π»ππππΆππΉ ππ ππππΎππ π΄ππ πΆππΆπΎπ ππ π¦πΎππ, ππ½ππππππ ππ½πΆπ ππΆπ π·π. π―πΆππ πΈπΆππ ππ» π΄πππππππ» ππππΎπ ππ½ππ, πππΆπ?
π΅πππΆ π»πΆπππΆ π¦πΆππ, ππππΆππ π΄ππππ, π’ππΆπΈπβ
As I had no true seal as He did, I instead folded it carefully and kissed the letter before I sent it off with a soft pulse of golden light. One of the first spells Iβd found that I could do after Dark had gave me the book pages.
(He read the letter she had sent back to Him, His eyes drinking in every stroke of her words. Her cursive was in the neat and unadorned manner that she had likely learned in her school years, and He smiled at the thought. His always-eager beloved still had an affection for learning.
It was her curious nature that first drew them together, after all.
Having contacted her finally, His mood was lightened somewhat. A letter was not the same as holding her in His arms, but the sweet scent of her that still lingered on the page would stay Him until He was beside her again.
He glanced at the little box sitting patiently next to the dwindling pile of enchanted parchment, and His smile widened as He reached out to gently pat its lid (almost as if to remind Himself that, yes, it was quite real).Β
She was going to love this. Of that, He had no doubts.)