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A perfectly good use of paper and ribbons
Jan. 21st, 2011 08:28 pmThe following is delivered to the crown prince's chambers by his servant, first thing in the morning. It is tied with a red ribbon, instead of sealed with wax.
Dearest Amhar,
As our courtship is now both public and recognized, I thought it fitting you have a proper love letter, from me.
I decided you needed one, so, one day, you can tell our children that I wrote you beautiful love notes, and you almost swooned over them. I want to write you a love letter that will never be equaled by any of the ladies in the court, even if they studied poetry. I want to write a love letter that those who come after us will hold up as the epitome of all love letters.
I am afraid, my dearest love, that I am not to the task. I want to write "I love you" a hundred times on a paper, tear it up, and give you one of them a day until we are married, even if Carys would say that's a waste of perfectly good paper. I say one hundred times, because I do not want a long courtship. I would rather have you as a husband.
I want to make you blush because I think you are the most beautiful thing to have ever existed when you do. I would like you to know I will never be sorry for making you blush. Sometimes, and this is the part of the letter you are never allowed to reveal to anyone, I wonder how far that blush goes.
I am sorry this is such a poor love letter. I will endeavor to improve upon this in the future.
Love forever,
Tarrwyn
There is also a small piece of paper within it. She can only hope her intended gets the hint.
Dearest Amhar,
As our courtship is now both public and recognized, I thought it fitting you have a proper love letter, from me.
I decided you needed one, so, one day, you can tell our children that I wrote you beautiful love notes, and you almost swooned over them. I want to write you a love letter that will never be equaled by any of the ladies in the court, even if they studied poetry. I want to write a love letter that those who come after us will hold up as the epitome of all love letters.
I am afraid, my dearest love, that I am not to the task. I want to write "I love you" a hundred times on a paper, tear it up, and give you one of them a day until we are married, even if Carys would say that's a waste of perfectly good paper. I say one hundred times, because I do not want a long courtship. I would rather have you as a husband.
I want to make you blush because I think you are the most beautiful thing to have ever existed when you do. I would like you to know I will never be sorry for making you blush. Sometimes, and this is the part of the letter you are never allowed to reveal to anyone, I wonder how far that blush goes.
I am sorry this is such a poor love letter. I will endeavor to improve upon this in the future.
Love forever,
Tarrwyn
There is also a small piece of paper within it. She can only hope her intended gets the hint.
