Post by Deleted on May 23, 2016 12:04:14 GMT -5
Sent October 5th
Rys was not so much of a writer. He had always been more a doer than a sit still and put pen to paper sort of man. So, he had to consider this whole thing most carefully. And indeed, he had screwed the parchment up several times and started over. Now, as he rested beside the campfire after another day’s journey south to home, he had quill in hand and Ceri’s head on his lap. Staring at the flickering flames he considered what he knew of the woman to whom his letter was aimed. She was a sweet, beautiful thing… albeit a princess… but he also knew her for a romantic. Was that his intention here, to open a sense of romantic aspiration between them? Well, if they were to be married… and the last thing he wanted to do was to come across as medical, pragmatic and cold in all of this… after all, that was not who he was.
Ceri grumbled for attention and Rys absently touched the dog ears as he began to write;
The paper was folded, neatly and sealed. It would be sent with the next messenger... and then the waiting would begin.
Rys would dislike that the most. The waiting.
Rys was not so much of a writer. He had always been more a doer than a sit still and put pen to paper sort of man. So, he had to consider this whole thing most carefully. And indeed, he had screwed the parchment up several times and started over. Now, as he rested beside the campfire after another day’s journey south to home, he had quill in hand and Ceri’s head on his lap. Staring at the flickering flames he considered what he knew of the woman to whom his letter was aimed. She was a sweet, beautiful thing… albeit a princess… but he also knew her for a romantic. Was that his intention here, to open a sense of romantic aspiration between them? Well, if they were to be married… and the last thing he wanted to do was to come across as medical, pragmatic and cold in all of this… after all, that was not who he was.
Ceri grumbled for attention and Rys absently touched the dog ears as he began to write;
Mariette,
I admit to addressing this letter several times and each feels clumsier than the last. To call you Princess, to call you lady, to call you anything other than your name rises a scruple and uncertainty. And, after much awkward floundering with words in my head the decision to write only your name seems foolish and yet entirely truthful. I prefer, if you allow me, to think of you as yourself- not as your title or your place in our kingdom, but as a woman of rare beauty and grace and who I hope to have the pleasure of better getting to know… I hope you have the patience to see through the ungainly hand with which I write these words and know that my intention here is simple and a pure one.
There are two motives for my writing this address, I confess. Though both reasons are most selfish.
I need to settle my mind in relation to the future tying us together. Your sister’s request was ill-timed and unexpected and I admit, in faith, that I was surprised by it tenfold. In many ways, the joining of Cadag and Deveraux names had never been more than a fleeting thought in my mind and an opportunity my father seemed to talk about wistfully- but always somehow lacking in conviction. And yet, here I find myself, at the treads of this bridge and not knowing how well it will hold when I step upon it. The anticipation, the uncertainty of it all is not something that makes me comfortable. And so, I wish to continue in the art of getting to know you- passed title and name. Though land keeps us distant, war and politics putting us at the far reaches of the country I do not intend to allow this feeling of worry to linger – this is the only way I know how…
The second reason is distraction. This journey has been unsettling. And I am nervous of what lays in wait in Vulcanis. As a man I know my honour, in arrogance I am not afraid of the blood and battle that will likely rise with the sun… but I do not like the feeling that somehow this has all been part of a greater plan I am too blind to see. To bore you with the details would be most foolish of me, but something feels amiss and I cannot shake that feeling…
The fire grows darker, so I will desist with words further. Though I hope you see it worthy to return them in some manner.
Truthfully,
Aemrys
I admit to addressing this letter several times and each feels clumsier than the last. To call you Princess, to call you lady, to call you anything other than your name rises a scruple and uncertainty. And, after much awkward floundering with words in my head the decision to write only your name seems foolish and yet entirely truthful. I prefer, if you allow me, to think of you as yourself- not as your title or your place in our kingdom, but as a woman of rare beauty and grace and who I hope to have the pleasure of better getting to know… I hope you have the patience to see through the ungainly hand with which I write these words and know that my intention here is simple and a pure one.
There are two motives for my writing this address, I confess. Though both reasons are most selfish.
I need to settle my mind in relation to the future tying us together. Your sister’s request was ill-timed and unexpected and I admit, in faith, that I was surprised by it tenfold. In many ways, the joining of Cadag and Deveraux names had never been more than a fleeting thought in my mind and an opportunity my father seemed to talk about wistfully- but always somehow lacking in conviction. And yet, here I find myself, at the treads of this bridge and not knowing how well it will hold when I step upon it. The anticipation, the uncertainty of it all is not something that makes me comfortable. And so, I wish to continue in the art of getting to know you- passed title and name. Though land keeps us distant, war and politics putting us at the far reaches of the country I do not intend to allow this feeling of worry to linger – this is the only way I know how…
The second reason is distraction. This journey has been unsettling. And I am nervous of what lays in wait in Vulcanis. As a man I know my honour, in arrogance I am not afraid of the blood and battle that will likely rise with the sun… but I do not like the feeling that somehow this has all been part of a greater plan I am too blind to see. To bore you with the details would be most foolish of me, but something feels amiss and I cannot shake that feeling…
The fire grows darker, so I will desist with words further. Though I hope you see it worthy to return them in some manner.
Truthfully,
Aemrys
The paper was folded, neatly and sealed. It would be sent with the next messenger... and then the waiting would begin.
Rys would dislike that the most. The waiting.