TWENTY-NINE: Parchment and Wax Seals We will never receive back the love we once gave before. All we have is now.
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* a really lil filler chapter for u cuties
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Dear Sam,
This is my sixteenth letter to you, bastard. Sixteenth. In case if you have been hit with the eggs of a mother Cockatrice, you should know that is more than ten.
I thought you would start writing back after letter two when I threatened to send over a banshee; but nothing. You have grown some heavy balls, my dear friend.
The guards tell me you're back to the Lowlands, back home. Harry released you after I agreed to marry him- I didn't know how to react to that, to be honest. But that's the way it always should have been. As long as you're safe with Mother and the girls, I'm safe.
Why aren't you answering me?
Everything here reminds me of you.
The radiant ballrooms, the small elves with their odd jitters, and the cute blush that that the strawberry baths give out. (That's right, I bathe in strawberries now, I'm a proper bullshit Royal).
Hell, while we were starving they were soaking their feet in fresh fruit. It shouldn't be as bitterly funny as it is, really.
God, I want to come back to you. You've been through so much with me. We wouldn't have been here at all if it wasn't for me, but there you were; standing by my side.
You give me a reason, something to look forward to. Just the thought of you eating, laughing, breathing freely again makes want to see the sun rise and fall. I want to step into the mud of the Forest again with you, watch your face redden when an Alicorn jots it's nose at you.
Do you know what chocolate is?
I am going to murder the Highlands for not getting me this shit earlier. I am sending you and everyone many care packages, a perk from being married the king perhaps- I will make sure you will get to taste chocolate.
Please don't eat too much, it apparently can also make holes in your teeth called cavities.
I finally learned how to sleep without crying. Some nights I couldn't sleep at all. It hurts to breathe and it's terrifying to even think.
Yet looking forward to dreaming about you and the rest; happy.. It's the most peaceful thought imaginable.
