𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖉 π–’π–”π–—π–“π–Žπ–“π–Œ, π•Έπ–ž π–‰π–Šπ–†π–—π–Šπ–˜π–™ π•²π–—π–†π–ˆπ–Š. 𝕴 π–π–”π–•π–Š π•Έπ–ž π–œπ–”π–—π–‰π–˜ π–‹π–Žπ–“π–‰ π–žπ–”π–š π–œπ–Šπ–‘π–‘. 𝕴𝖙 π–π–†π–˜ π–‡π–Šπ–Šπ–“ π–˜π–”π–’π–Š π–™π–Žπ–’π–Š π–˜π–Žπ–“π–ˆπ–Š π–œπ–Š’π–›π–Š π–˜π–•π–”π–π–Šπ–“ 𝖆𝖙 π–‘π–Šπ–“π–Œπ–™π–, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴 π–’π–Žπ–˜π–˜ π–žπ–”π–š π–Œπ–—π–Šπ–†π–™π–‘π–ž. π–‚π–Š π–’π–šπ–˜π–™ π–—π–Šπ–’π–Šπ–‰π–ž 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 π–˜π–”π–”π–“.

southerndragontamer:

hellgod-dark:

southerndragontamer:

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 there’s 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 there’s 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 return…

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.

β€œπ‘€π“Ž 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔,

π’ͺ𝒽 π“ƒπ‘œ, 𝐼’𝓂 π’Έπ‘œπ“‚π“…π“π‘’π“‰π‘’π“π“Ž π’Άπ“Œπ’Άπ“‡π‘’ π‘œπ’» π’½π‘œπ“Œ 𝒹𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹 π’΄π‘œπ“Š 𝒸𝒢𝓃 𝒷𝑒. π’œ 𝒸𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒢𝒾𝓃 π“‡π‘’π“ˆπ’Έπ“Šπ‘’ 𝓉𝒽𝒢𝓉 𝒽𝒢𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝒢𝓇𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓇 π“‰π’½π’Ύπ“ˆ π“Žπ‘’π’Άπ“‡ π’Ύπ“ˆ 𝒢 π“‰π‘’π“ˆπ“‰π’Άπ“‚π‘’π“ƒπ“‰ π“‰π‘œ 𝓉𝒽𝒢𝓉. 𝐼 𝒽𝒢𝓋𝑒 π“ƒπ‘œ π’Ήπ‘œπ“Šπ’·π“‰π“ˆ π‘œπ’» π’΄π‘œπ“Šπ“‡ π’Ήπ‘’π“‰π‘’π“‡π“‚π’Ύπ“ƒπ’Άπ“‰π’Ύπ‘œπ“ƒ π‘œπ“‡ π’Ήπ‘’π“…π“‰π’½π“ˆ π’΄π‘œπ“Š π“Œπ‘œπ“Šπ“π’Ή π‘”π‘œ π“‰π‘œ π‘’π“ƒπ“ˆπ“Šπ“‡π‘’ π“…π“‡π‘œπ“‰π‘’π’Έπ“‰π’Ύπ‘œπ“ƒ π‘œπ’» π“‰π’½π‘œπ“ˆπ‘’ π’΄π‘œπ“Š 𝒽𝒢𝓋𝑒 π“Šπ“ƒπ’Ήπ‘’π“‡ π’΄π‘œπ“Šπ“‡ π“Œπ’Ύπ“ƒπ‘”.

π’―π’½π‘œπ“Šπ‘”π’½ π’΄π‘œπ“Šβ€™π“‡π‘’ π“Œπ“‡π‘œπ“ƒπ‘” π‘œπ“ƒ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒢𝒸𝓉 π’Ύπ“‰β€™π“ˆ 𝒢𝓃 π‘œπ“‹π‘’π“‡π“ˆπ’Ύπ‘”π’½π“‰, 𝐼 π“€π“ƒπ‘œπ“Œ π’΄π‘œπ“Š 𝒽𝒢𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐼𝓃𝒸, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π‘œπ“‰π’½π‘’π“‡ πΈπ‘”π‘œπ“ˆ π‘œπ’» π“Œπ’½π’Ύπ’Έπ’½ 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒 π“‚π‘œπ“‡π‘’ 𝒽𝒢𝓋𝑒 𝒢𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒢𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒢𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 π“‰π‘œ 𝒷𝑒 π’·π“‡π‘œπ“Šπ‘”π’½π“‰ π“Šπ“… π“‰π‘œ π“ˆπ“…π‘’π‘’π’Ή 𝒢𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π“…π‘œπ“ˆπ“ˆπ’Ύπ’·π’Ύπ“π’Ύπ“‰π“Ž π‘œπ’» π‘œπ“ƒπ‘’ π“‚π‘œπ“‡π‘’ π“‰π‘œ π“‚π“Ž π“€π“ƒπ‘œπ“Œπ“π‘’π’Ήπ‘”π‘’ π’Άπ’Ήπ’Ήπ“ˆ π“‰π‘œ 𝓉𝒽𝒢𝓉, π“…π“π“Šπ“ˆ 𝑀𝑒𝑔 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π’œπ“ƒπ“‰π’Ύ π“‰π‘œ π“π‘œπ‘œπ“€ 𝒢𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇, π’žπ’½π‘œπ’Έπ‘œ π“‰π‘œ 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹 π“‰π‘œπ‘œ 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π‘œπ’½ π“Žπ‘’π“ˆ, π“…π‘’π“‡π’½π’Άπ“…π“ˆ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π‘œπ“ƒπ‘’ π“‚π‘œπ“ˆπ“‰ π’Ύπ“‚π“…π‘œπ“‡π“‰π’Άπ“ƒπ“‰. πΏπ‘œπ‘œπ“€π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π’»π‘œπ“‡ π“Œπ’Άπ“Žπ“ˆ π“‰π‘œ 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 π’΄π‘œπ“Šπ“‡ π’·π“‡π‘œπ“‰π’½π‘’π“‡π“ˆ π’»π“‡π‘œπ“‚ π“ˆπ“‰π’Άπ“‡π“‰π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π’œπ“‡π“‚π’Άπ‘”π‘’π’Ήπ’Ήπ‘œπ“ƒ.

π’žπ‘œπ“‚π“…π’Άπ“‡π‘’π’Ή π“‰π‘œ 𝒢𝓁𝓁 π‘œπ’» 𝓉𝒽𝒢𝓉 π»π’Άπ‘’π“Œπ’Ά, 𝐼 π’Ήπ‘œπ“ƒβ€™π“‰ 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 π“Œπ’Άπ’Ύπ“‰π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” 𝒢 π“Œπ’½π’Ύπ“π‘’ π“‰π‘œ 𝓉𝒢𝓁𝓀 π“‰π‘œ π’΄π‘œπ“Š. πΌπ“‰β€™π“ˆ π“‚π‘œπ“‡π‘’ 𝓉𝒽𝒢𝓃 π“Œπ‘œπ“‡π“‰π’½ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π“Œπ’Άπ’Ύπ“‰ 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀, π“…π“π“Šπ“ˆ 𝒾𝓉 π“‚π‘’π’Άπ“ƒπ“ˆ 𝐼 𝒸𝒢𝓃 𝓉𝒢𝓀𝑒 𝒸𝒢𝓇𝑒 π‘œπ’» π’΄π‘œπ“Š π“Œπ’½π‘’π“ƒ 𝐼 π“ˆπ‘’π‘’ π’΄π‘œπ“Š 𝒢𝑔𝒢𝒾𝓃 π’·π‘’π’Έπ’Άπ“Šπ“ˆπ‘’ π’Ÿπ’Άπ“‡π“€π“ƒπ‘’π“ˆπ“ˆ π“€π“ƒπ‘œπ“Œπ“ˆ π’΄π‘œπ“Šβ€™π“‹π‘’ 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 π‘œπ“‹π‘’π“‡π“Œπ‘œπ“‡π“€π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π’΄π‘œπ“Šπ“‡π“ˆπ‘’π“π’» 𝒢𝑔𝒢𝒾𝓃.”

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.

β€œπ’œ π“ˆπ“Šπ“‡π“…π“‡π’Ύπ“ˆπ‘’? π’ͺ𝒽 π“ƒπ‘œπ“Œ 𝐼’𝓂 π’Έπ“Šπ“‡π’Ύπ‘œπ“Šπ“ˆ, 𝒾𝒻 π’Ύπ“‰β€™π“ˆ π’Άπ“ƒπ“Žπ“‰π’½π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 π’΄π‘œπ“Šπ“‡ π“Šπ“ˆπ“Šπ’Άπ“ π“ˆπ“Šπ“‡π“…π“‡π’Ύπ“ˆπ‘’π“ˆ π‘€π“Ž 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 π’Ύπ“‰β€™π“ˆ π‘”π‘œπ’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π“‰π‘œ 𝒷𝑒 𝒢𝓂𝒢𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼 𝒽𝒢𝓋𝑒 π“ƒπ‘œ π“†π“Šπ‘’π“ˆπ“‰π’Ύπ‘œπ“ƒ π‘œπ“ƒ 𝓉𝒽𝒢𝓉. 𝐼 π’Ήπ‘œ π“€π“ƒπ‘œπ“Œ 𝓉𝒽𝒢𝓉 π’Ήπ‘’π“ˆπ“…π’Ύπ“‰π‘’ π’½π‘œπ“Œ π“‚π“Šπ’Έπ’½ 𝐼 π“π‘œπ‘œπ“€ π’»π‘œπ“‡π“Œπ’Άπ“‡π’Ή π“‰π‘œ 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π’½π‘œπ“Œ π’½π’Άπ“…π“…π“Ž 𝐼 𝒢𝓂 π“‰π‘œ 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑒𝒾𝓋𝑒 π‘œπ“ƒπ‘’, 𝐼 π“Œπ’Άπ“ƒπ“‰ π“‰π‘œ 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π“π‘’π“‰π“‰π‘’π“‡π“ˆ 𝒢 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 π“ˆπ“…π’Άπ“‡π“ˆπ‘’, 𝐼 𝓂𝑒𝒢𝓃 π“‰π’½π‘’π“‡π‘’β€™π“ˆ π‘œπ“ƒπ“π“Ž π“ˆπ‘œ π“‚π“Šπ’Έπ’½ 𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒢𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓅𝒢𝓅𝑒𝓇 π“Œπ‘’ 𝒸𝒢𝓃 𝓂𝒢𝓀𝑒 π’»π‘œπ“‡ 𝒢 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒢𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒢𝓁𝓁. π’œπ“ƒπ’Ή π“‚π“Ž π“ˆπ“‰π’Άπ“ˆπ’½ 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒢 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 π“π‘œπ“Œ, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒢𝑔𝒢𝒾𝓃 π’΄π‘œπ“Š π“€π“ƒπ‘œπ“Œ π’½π‘œπ“Œ 𝒷𝒢𝒹 π“‚π“Ž π‘’π“Žπ‘’π“ˆπ’Ύπ‘”π’½π“‰ π’Ύπ“ˆ π“ˆπ‘œ 𝐼 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒷𝑒 π“Œπ“‡π‘œπ“ƒπ‘”.

π’œπ“ƒπ“Žπ“Œπ’Άπ“Ž, 𝐼’𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓇𝒢𝓂𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 π“π‘œπ“ƒπ‘” π‘’π“ƒπ‘œπ“Šπ‘”π’½ 𝒢𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝐼’𝓂 π‘”π‘œπ’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π“‰π‘œ π“ˆπ‘’π“ƒπ’Ή π“‰π’½π’Ύπ“ˆ π‘œπ’»π’». 𝐼 π“π‘œπ‘œπ“€ π’»π‘œπ“‡π“Œπ’Άπ“‡π’Ή π“‰π‘œ π“ˆπ‘’π‘’π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π’΄π‘œπ“Š 𝒢𝑔𝒢𝒾𝓃 π‘€π“Ž 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔, π“Œπ’½π‘’π“ƒπ‘’π“‹π‘’π“‡ 𝓉𝒽𝒢𝓉 π“‚π’Άπ“Ž 𝒷𝑒. 𝒯𝒢𝓀𝑒 𝒸𝒢𝓇𝑒 π‘œπ’» π’΄π‘œπ“Šπ“‡π“ˆπ‘’π“π’» π“Šπ“ƒπ“‰π’Ύπ“ 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃, π‘œπ“€π’Άπ“Ž?

π’΅π‘œπ“†π’Ά π»π’Άπ‘’π“Œπ’Ά 𝒦𝒢𝑒𝑔, π’œπ“π“Œπ’Άπ“Žπ“ˆ π’΄π‘œπ“Šπ“‡π“ˆ, 𝒒𝓇𝒢𝒸𝑒”

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 I’d 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.)

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