i just might love you (a hosie royalty au)

Part 14 "I am hereby requesting your immediate return."

A/n: it's nothing really, but it means something to me.
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To my beloved daughters: Josette and Elizabeth Saltzman.

As you have both neglected to write I have had to obtain my news elsewhere (Forgive me for participating in useless gossip. I feel as if you have left me no choice).

It has recently come to my attention that the Mikaelson heir is a young woman. It is hard for me to fathom the situation they have put us in. I thought they were uncivilized before, but this is the last nail in the coffin.

I am hereby requesting your immediate return. A Saltzman has no business associating with pagans like them, even if he is a King.

Josie's thumb stroked over the purple wax seal of her fathers letter, the words playing in her mind over and over as she sat by her sisters bedside. The letter itself was crinkled around the edges, a tear stain here and there from when she hadn't been paying attention.

"He didn't even wish us a happy birthday." She mumbled softly, reaching out her hand to her sister's motionless body. The blonde was propped up against some pillows, her chest rising and falling as she slept.

Josie's twin hadn't opened her eyes since she fainted at the tournament. It was incredible that she was alive, but that wouldn't matter if she didn't wake up.

"Yeah, I dont know what I was expecting." She said, carefully setting the letter beside her sisters nightstand. "A marriage is a marriage until he's against it."

She looked out the window, watching as a flock of birds dove and danced through the sky. From the distance and height she was unable to make out what species of bird they were.

"I was happy here." Josie whispered, a lonely tear sliding down her cheek that she refused to remove. "This place is wonderful, and Hope-" She cut herself off, shuddering as an image of a girl in red with an arrow through her head made it to the forefront of her mind. Josie found herself wondering where the real Hope had been. Even where she was now.

Crumpled up pieces of parchment littered the floor and nearby desk. Normally Josie would never be able to waste this much paper, but a servant had provided her with a whole stack. Most likely they expected her to have many relatives and friends to send the news to. The only person she could write to was Lord Alaric Saltzman, her goddamn father. As unsympathetic and blind to the twin's emotional needs as he was he deserved to know what had happened. Her anger at his last letter made it hard for Josie to come up with a response.

"Dear father,"

She had started, her hand hovering over the paper as she thought about how upsetting everything she was about to say would be.

"Dear father,
I have bad news."

She had scratched out that sentence with a heavy sigh to herself, yet she continued on writing.

"Unfortunately, Elizabeth and I will be unable to return for the foreseeable future. She has been seriously injured and would not survive the journey."

Josie had snorted at the morbidity of her statement, tears gathering in her eyes as she continued.

"You are mistaken to call any Mikaelson uncivilized. In fact, I find your views to be quite uncivilized.

With love from your daughter,

-Lady Josette Saltzman"

She had leaned back in her chair, smiling softly at the letter. Even now a smile graced her lips as she looked over at the neatly folded letter on the desk. She wouldn't dare send that to her father, but it was nice to get it off her chest. Realistically, he would be incredibly angry with her; more so than he already was. And to call him uncivilized? She might as well sleep in a pig pen and start oinking, which wouldn't be quite as bad as getting disowned and punished.