Captured by the King

Chapter 11

          Alexander took a deep breath, taking out his quill set and sitting down to write. He planned on using a cipher to encode a message, that they would have to decode.

I'll probably use the Caesar Cipher... Uh... Random Key... 19...

He prayed this would work. Just in case he couldn't make it out in a month or so. He sighs, keeping his ears perked, just in case.

My dearest friend Laurens, I may need to ask you for extra assistance. Daring to write this blasted letter may be my undoing. I hurt my hand jerking off, and I need your assistance from across the sea.

I'm telling you, the streets of Britain are a zoo of sickness, you can hear coughing in the streets. Maybe at last I can fix my active yearning for something fun, zoos are fun right?

Anyway, Most things in the palace are tolerable. Of course they make sure I have extra blankets and they get me all the extra food I could ever want. Everything is very clean, almost excessively clean. I need to relax.

Tell me, is Abigail well? The way Oliver spoke of her last time, makes me believe she's excessively sick. The land lord, Bill, mentioned Abigail in a previous letter, though I don't remember what it was about, it was so long ago. Oh well, I'll ask about it again another time when I remember what the letter contained. Ah! I just remembered, Abigail needed a box of 19 kegs of whiskey for the cellar, the one just in town! Keep an eye on that, okay?

Your most scatterbrained friend,
                                                             A . Ham.

He lets out a shaky breath. He hoped the subtle underlining of letters would be enough to get his message across.

As long as George doesn't read it with his spectacles, I'll be fine... Just hope he respects my privacy enough...

He waits for the ink to dry before grabbing an envelope and sliding the letter in. He closes the envelope and seals it with wax, pressing a seal into it. There. It was done.

Okay, that wasn't so bad.

He heard footsteps down the hall, quickly recognizing them as George's footsteps. He had a somewhat quick step, walking on the balls of his feet. He notices that his step was quicker and heavier than usual.

Oh shit... He's mad.

He tries to act natural, putting the writing supplies away. The door opens, and George steps through quickly. He was red in the face, looking like he was about cry.