My Dearest Love,

𝕵𝖆𝖓𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖞 𝟏𝟏𝟗𝟗

𝕬 𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖌𝖊

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January 8th

Written and sent from Nottingham, England

To my dearest love, Guy of Gisborne, I Thea Blight, in health and sincere affection.

I don’t know when you will read this. Nor if you will ever. It’s been about a year.

Edward, your steward, has made the announcement for me of your assumed death. But I do not believe it. I know you are out there somewhere. You had to have left for a reason. But I can not bring myself to stay in the manor without you. Edward keeps it up in your name. In your honor I guess. But I miss you. I miss you more than anything. I can still feel the thousands of kisses on my skin that you gifted me. I miss your arms wrapped around me, pulling me into you. Your breath against my neck as you sleep, curled against my back. I miss your fingers playing with my hair as I lay my head in your lap, listening to you as you read to me.

Nothing feels right anymore. I am desperately clinging to the hope you are still out there..that you will come back. You left in the early morning. I felt your kiss against my forehead while I slept but woke up to birds at the window but no one by my side. Worry had set in but I had simply assumed you had gone to the village or gone to the sheriff. I assumed you would return to my side, warming the cold bed next to me.

One of the ladies in the village whispered as I walked past that you had run away with a maiden to France. A bit of a stab to the gut but reality tells me you would never do that to me. You were always strong. Loyal. Sweet. Passionate. You were everything I ever wanted. Everything I ever needed. I still do. That will never change. You are the love of my life, Guy. I am not giving up on you. I can’t. I don’t think I can live without you. I am sending this letter..with someone who is an excellent tracker. He trained my brother before the sheriff killed him and I trust him with my life. And with yours.

I know you might be upset if/when you find out I sent someone after you but I should have done it sooner. I haven’t heard from you. You can not blame me for my worry.

A year passes and I have no idea where you are. I was worried long before but I always trusted in your return. Even on long journeys. Although you rarely did those. But now...not so much.

You and I were destined to be together...I know it. It seems fleeting but this can not be it. I can’t lose you, Guy. This can’t be all that is left of our story.

There was so much left for us to explore in our adventure. I still have so much love to give to you. My biggest fear now..is I might never see you again. Feel your hand against my cheek while you whisper my name and tell me how much you missed me as I missed you. I know you have told me before. That I don’t really need you. That, if I didn’t have you then I would be okay. That I would survive and I would remain the strongest woman you had ever known. But I don’t feel strong without you, Guy. I feel empty. This is not right and I know it. I know something is wrong.

Please come back to me. I love you, Guy of Gisborne. Return to me. There is so much I have not said..that I need to say.

Till we see each other again, I wish this letter finds you safe and does not return to my own hand. With all my love,

Thea Glen Blight