-3 weeks later-I sat at the door of my bed holding a letter with the seal of a Tudor rose.
On the easel in front of me was a man with ginger hair and gold eyes, his hair was very curly and he had a charming smile.
I opened the paper to words of his astonished writing of wit, and felt like I really knew him through the paper.
I fell back on my bed and giggled to myself at his daring and charming words.
Once I was done I decided I should construct a letter myself for him.
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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞|| Spanish Princess
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