Letters From a Lost Kingdom
A translated letter was unearthed from House Viridis, detailing events from the point of view of a noble's daughter. The pages are delicate.
By the time you receive this later, Rubrum soldiers will have surrounded my home. It must be terrible looking in from the outside; I've heard rumors from the people that I and my family may already be dead.
I promise you, no harm has come to us yet. But I do have a request.
The queen needs help getting into my home. Find a way inside. Kailum's soldiers are looking for her corpse and you'll need to be discreet. I'm sure you won't have much trouble, seeing how often you sneak into our gardens while my parents were asleep.
The Library of Synera houses all the records of the people in Luveraine. We don't know where Kailum comes from, but once Her Majesty has sifted through our documents we'll be able to grasp who we're dealing with.
We're hoping that traitor hails from our own lands; it'll be easier for Her Majesty to reclaim the throne.
It's a lot to ask for, and I apologize from the bottom of my heart. Meet me by the lake after I show our queen the records. It may be the last time I see you for a long while. What we're facing is not easy and I need you by my side once more.
I want you etched in my mind forever. You're a painting, my love. A dream. One I wish to never wake from. But our time tonight will be short.
Escort Her Majesty back out. Run. Take her to the Ladies of Maleficia and stay until the situation here in Viridis has been resolved. In due time, I will come find you there. I promise.
Forever bound, Fleurety.
Galia's standing there, idyll by the lake in a plain black shirt that matched the night sky, flowing loosely in the breeze. I can't believe my eyes. Here she was, in all her beauty, waiting. Waiting for me to come to her.
I'm the daughter of a noble house. Composed. Elegant. Graceful. Etiquette had been stitched into my mind ever since I was young. But with her, I always forget it. It's freedom, in a way.
I forget everything that I am, everything I should remember as I run to her, desperate to close the distance between us, my feet barely touching the ground.
She turns just in time to catch me as I fly into her arms, all of the anxiety, joy, fear, ecstasy come pouring out of me in the form of tears. The sight of her blurs, my ears are ringing, I can't breathe, my emotions twisting my chest like a knot.
I say her name, over and over, as if I can never say it enough to last a lifetime. Her soft murmurs try to comfort me, and we sink into the grass while I hang onto her like she's the only thing keeping me alive.
"Breathe." Her voice comes like a gentle breeze, a warm embrace. "Breathe, my love."
I want to say everything that comes to mind, talk about everything that has happened. But we have so little time together and there's only one thing that's the most important.
When we pull away, my hands take out a necklace, and leaning in, I kissed her gently, softly, clasping it around her. It's been so long since I'd done that. I want to do it more.
Her lips turn into a slight frown as she cups my face in her palms. "I can't accept this."
I raise a brow. "Why not?"
There's a short pause. "Because it means that something may happen to you." Strange. She was never one to believe in superstition.
"And you said I was the one who reads too many books."
Her eyes shine with all the stars in the sky despite the worry in them. "Come with me."
It hits me like an arrow to the chest. I can't. "I'll join you soon, I promise."
My lips cut her off before she could say it again.
I can't hear it. I can't take it anymore because if I do, I might really run away with her and that's the last thing that should be happening. My family is still here. My home is still here. I need to stay. But the urge is overwhelmingly strong.
We're breathless by the time we pull away.
"We'll have all the time in the world to love." My voice nearly cracks as I utter those words.
She shakes her head. "I can't believe that."
"Believe in the stories. Maybe they'll even write one about us."
"Those stories always end in tragedy."
"Not ours. We'll be different from the rest, a breath of fresh air. Proof that lovers don't need to die to make a fairytale."
Conflict runs in her face and I give her hand a tight squeeze, trying to give her the reassurance she needs. It takes a while, and I try to etch the image of her in my mind, not wanting to miss a single detail.
Finally, she speaks again, voice shaking slightly with resignation. "Survive." A plea.
I rest my head against her shoulders as she runs a hand through my hair, nearly lulling me into one last night of peaceful sleep.
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