2.Letters

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-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.

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞|| Spanish PrincessWhere stories live. Discover now