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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Dec 13, 2007 0:22:39 GMT -5
One of the letters I wrote after my dinner with Riva, I addressed to Lessa. I'd made her a promise, and I intended to keep it.
It wasn't the most detailed letter - but how does one tell a dear friend that death lurks on their door? How does one tell their lover? I'd bestowed on my little sister the dubious honor of the whole story, and of keeping custody of my will, and of letters to be delivered should my fate be sealed. It had been a painful, stern endeavor, and I felt terrible.
But I had faith, and so did we, all those of us who were concerned with it, and so I drafted a letter.
Lessa-dear,
I can't tell you how lovely it was to see you again. Truly, it was lovely to spend sometime reminiscing with you, and I do hope we get to spend sometime together soon.
As promised, I am keeping you abreast of the upcoming progress in my travails to address my inner struggles.
A few days before the Royal hunt, I will be spending an evening at Gentian House. The adept I have contracted will perform a ritual, hopefully to rid me of this awful condition.
My sister Cascata is here in town, and would keep you informed, should harm befall me. Otherwise, I will send word myself, and, likely enough, see you at the Royal Hunt.
Very affectionately, your friend,
Duca Gillermo Stregazza
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jan 12, 2008 22:33:45 GMT -5
I was mad with happiness, and I sent a note to Lessa the same evening. It wasn't a ceremonious note, but I prided myself in keeping my promises, and so I sent her word as soon as I could, the same day that I left Gentian.
Dear Lessa,
As you can guess from the fact that I am writing again, the ritual has succeeded, and it seems I have been purged of the beast that inhabitated the confines of my body.
I am doing well, healthy and hale, in mind and body alike.
I look forward to seeing you, very soon, likely during the Hunt Festivities.
With much respect and affection,
Your devoted friend,
Duca Gillermo Stregazza.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Jan 15, 2008 13:19:37 GMT -5
I read Lessa’s note, and felt guilty. In the exhilaration of my newfound freedom, I hadn’t even inquired of her well-being. I was a cad – a selfish, self-absorbed cad. That people liked me suddenly was beyond me.
That thought alone, though, was followed immediately with relief that the beasts had been vanquished – something told me my self-loathing would have called her forward.
I drafted a letter, more calmly this time.
Dear Lessa,
I was glad to read that all is well with you. I cannot tell you how much I look forward myself to rather uneventful moments. Never let yourself believe that you are bothering me, though. I’d rather your inundate me with tales and questions, than remain silent.
I look forward to seeing you very much, and should we miss each other at the public events, I will make it my mission to find you so that we may have a private dinner.
With much care and many warm thoughts,
Yours truly,
Duca Gillermo Stregazza.
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Mar 8, 2008 11:00:59 GMT -5
The morning that followed the Hunt Fete, I stole a moment to keep my word to Lessa. Not having found her at the Hunt, or rather, having seen her happy and in good company, I hadn't inflicted my poor mood on her. I was still feeling terrible, and I wasn't sure of the quality of the company I would be, but I also knew that she had heart enough to understand, once I told her.
Dear Lessa,
I hope your time at the Fete was wonderful, and that you had as lovely a time as a delightful lady such as you deserves.
It seems we missed each other at the event, and so I am making good on my word. Thus, I inquire, when would you be available for dinner?
Many warm thoughts,
Your friend,
Gillermo Stregazza, Duca di Belafonte
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Mar 8, 2008 11:22:13 GMT -5
Lessa's letter came quickly, and I was grateful for her alacrity. Taking a moment aside from my review of the works on the sparring salle To-Biko and a few hired hands had been organizing, I penned her a reply.
Dear Lessa,
As usual, you pen a soothing and poetic letter. I shall make myself available at your convenience.
A wise old man once told me that nothing happens without reason.
My townhome is currently undergoing some betterments, and is not fit for a formal dinner. Will you allow me to invite you to dine at the Vicomte d'Nourriture's Desir?
Devotedly yours,
Gillermo Stregazza, Duca di Belafonte
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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on Mar 8, 2008 11:30:05 GMT -5
Lessa,
I will see you at 8 o'clock, three days hence. Until our much expected dinner, may the Gods keep you.
be well,
Gillermo Stregazza, Duca di Belafonte
In truth, a few more days to put myself together was not a bad thing, not at all.
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