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Post by Denis de Trevalion on Jul 16, 2008 12:53:41 GMT -5
Dearest Noelle;
Greetings, I hope that you are doing well.
I'm sad to inform you that this letter comes with unhappy tidings. My sister, the Comtesse de Fourcay, has succumb to a fever and passed two nights before. I am here at our town house now, seeing to things and will be traveling with her to our estate in Azzalle once the ban has been lifted.
I have also begun to move my things from the palace and will be staying here hence if you wish to call on me.
I miss you Noelle.
Yours in service and love Denis
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Post by Noelle d'Aubigne on Jul 17, 2008 13:20:13 GMT -5
Denis.
Unbidden, tears lined my lower lids as I lowered his letter to the small table infront of me, my eyes staring out the window. He was upset; that much I could tell by the structure of his sentences alone, and that alone was enough to make me upset as well, both in the fact that I was sad for him and that I'd reacted like this at all.
Wiping the moisture from my lower lids, I sent out a snapping order for parchement and pen to be brought to me in my room, and I stalked there in precise steps. I wasn't sure why I was angry, or why I'd cried, but I knew that he addled my brain when I'd had everything figured out and going the way I liked it.
The paper was brought shortly after I arrived in my room and I took it wordlessly, sitting at another small table and scripting a letter in return.
How I loved him...
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Post by Denis de Trevalion on Jul 17, 2008 14:01:00 GMT -5
My Bright Star;
Your words are like a beacon in the dark.
I will be gone for two months total and am not looking forward to it in the least. Please now I will return for you soon. I'll be thinking about you on my journey.
"I am the sun, and you are the moon, deep and dark as a violet in bloom. Love in the journey, each step 'long the way, Reminds me of you and for how long I must stay. Noelle, my star, each time you shine bright... For now till I return I'll think of you each night."
Love you D.
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Post by Noelle d'Aubigne on Jul 21, 2008 11:27:43 GMT -5
I read his letter twice, mulling in silence over the words writ upon the thick parchment. Unbidden, my fingers found the poem he wrote and traced over the words, trying to picture him as he sat, writing it out.
Drawing out my own parchment, I took my quill and wrote him my own response, a slow smile spreading across my mouth. After it was done I dabbed a touch of my favourite perfume upon it, the kind I normally wore around him, before folding it and pressing it shut with a wax seal for delivery.
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Post by Denis de Trevalion on Jul 21, 2008 11:59:24 GMT -5
Dearest Noelle,
I look forward to you knowing more about me too. As I look forward to exploring every aspect of you.
This letter is being written as my carriage departs so please excuse the scribled words...
Noelle, I miss you already. This voyage will be perhaps the longest of my life, and even longer because I'm seperated from you.
I take comfort in knowing that you will find some handsome young man to warm your bed, and your thighs, till I return.
Take care my love; D.
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