Blind Success {Book 1 - Blinded Trilogy}

24 - A Letter From Mum

"All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his." Oscar Wilde

After our game of tag around the city, it was fair to say that I was worn out. Even poor Rex was breathing heavily. Loki didn't seem too affected though, the lucky bastard.

I was star-fished on my bed with Rex sleeping between my ankles, Loki was stuck lying on the floor. We were talking about all sorts of things, okay well maybe not a whole lot of things, but we were talking. Loki made me jump when he sat up really quickly. "I have something to give you." He got up and ran from the room, leaving me a confused little starfish.

He was gone so long that I had started to drift to sleep when he came back in, startling me from my semi-slumber. I sat up on the bed, crossing my legs, as Loki can and sat beside me. In his hand was an aged envelope. It almost looked like Stark had spilt coffee over the poor thing. Or alcohol, you choose. Loki held out the envelope to me and I noticed a name written in very fancy writing on the front.

Svala.

I wasn't sure who would have been writing to me, or even how. The writing was definitely fancier than I could ever write. Gingerly taking the envelope from Loki's hand, I look up at him. "Who's it from?"

"Our mother wrote it. It was something that she wrote for when you turned 18 and were of age to be married. She wrote me something similar but father burnt it when she died. I managed to keep this one safe. She really wanted you to have it." I look back at the envelope and slowly open it. Inside it are 3 pages full of writing. My eyes almost bug out of my head.

"How could she write so much?" I exclaim, looking at the front and back of the pages to see that there was writing on both sides. "I have enough trouble just writing a complaint let alone this much." I mutter before flipping to the first page. "Do I read it aloud or will things bounce out of the page if I do that?" Lifting my head I see Loki smiling.

"I can guarantee that nothing will come out of the page. You can read it aloud if you wish to, I won't force you to." I looked back at the time-worn pages, curling slightly at the edges. Taking a deep breath, I read it silently to myself first.

My Dearest Svala,

You are now of age where your father will try to marry you off to a suitor, most likely of his own choosing, but I pray that you will take into consideration what it means to him and to me. I would prefer never to marry you off so you could stay my little princess for all of eternity, but some things I just can't control; your father being one of them. If you get the chance, find love. It will do you well in the long run where you can be in a love filled marriage instead of haughty life with a fanciful lord. I do not deny that my marriage to your father was not on my list of things to do. I hated my family and even him for agreeing to something without my knowledge.

I want things different for you. Your father may just try and bargain you off, but stay strong, fight him for all your worth. You can find love wherever you go you just have to look in the right places.

If you have this letter, it means you've survived, that you're a fighter; the fighter I always knew you would grow up to be. If I'm not the one to give it to you, know that I loved you, that I wanted so very much to see you grow up and experience new things; things that may have scared you and things that would have heightened your curiosity.

I felt tears fill my eyes and I handed Loki the letter. He looked at me with concern and worry. "What's wrong?"

"Read it for me?" My voice quivers a little as I ask him that one request. He took the letter from me before pulling onto his lap, the letter in front of us both as Rex continued to doze on the end of the bed.