Ink: Living Life as Serena Gleis

LX: A Letter for my Beloved.

It's been four days exactly and Zion was still unconscious. Every Clyian were also warming up to Varka. In the mean time, while waiting for Zion to recover, Varka spent his time on the training grounds.  I, myself has seen how powerful he was. It seemed like he combined both swordsmanship and magic he has as a Clyian, which made me think how useful it would be if I could learn it too or make him train those interested citizen.

I vowed to make this duchy as peaceful as I could be, Aurora's veil's protection were also still intact, protecting this place to outsiders but we'll never know what would happen. Especially, knowing the chaos of outside the barriers.

“Azrael, what do you think of letting Varka stay to train Clyians in offensive spells?” I asked Azrael who's lounging around my office. He looked at me, betrayed. “What? Am I not enough?” He asked. I just rolled my eyes in response.

“You have natural brute force Azrael, not everyone has that. Wouldn't it be better if everyone could at least defend and stand up for themselves if the time comes?” I asked.

“Why would they need that?” He asked. “They have you. They have us.” He added, his expression serious. I totally understand his point however I believe that this would be the best. If putting Clye into prosperity, being prepared for anything is the best thing totally

A knock interrupted my thoughts, Arthur opened the door and went inside the room. “I just had to report that Sire Zion is awake.” He said, earning an unamused sigh from Azrael. He stood up with a loud sigh and followed Arthur to the guest room where Zion were.

I don't plan to make an appearance yet, he just woke up and seeing me back from the dead isn't a good thing. I'll let him recover fully before telling him shocking news, a short break from it all would be for the better so I let Azrael, Varka and Maurice handle it first.

I went back to doing my paperworks, it's really getting boring when I have to do this every single day. A crimson envelope caught my eye, it was under the mountains of files and letters I have yet to organize. I picked it up as it stood out from the test because of it's distinct color and to my surprise,  it has a crest of Gleis.

What the hell?

I tore it up and read the content of the letter. The penmanship was readable yet it looks a mess still. It was from Luca.

Dear Lady Rena,

It has been a while, hasn't it? Please forgive my delay in reaching out; I was consumed with official duties. However, the moment I found respite, my first act was to pen this letter to you. I was unsure where to send it, so I entrusted it to the Empress, who assured me she would deliver it despite your address being confidential—a discretion I fully respect.

How have you been? Are you eating well, or do you still indulge in too much wine at every banquet? I jest, of course, but should you partake, I hope you ensure your safe return home. Ever since that night, I cannot shake the image of your golden eyes from my mind. They haunt me, as if imprinted on every corner, in every part of me. They are etched into every corner of my thoughts, embedded in the very fabric of my being. Would it be too forward of me to ask to see you once more?

I eagerly await your response, hoping it will be favorable.

Yours Sincerely,
Luca of Gleis

That's fucked up. I am just grateful that the Empress honored our deal to make everything about me confidential. Thank goodness that she did not tell Luca about where I lived. If she did, all hell would break lose. Reading a letter like this and knowing that it came from someone as cruel and cold blooded as Luca is definitely weird.