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Post by Gillermo Stregazza on May 12, 2007 6:22:26 GMT -5
My delicious Mirielle,
I've been a fool not to stop you from leaving me, and I have been miserable since.
I've enclosed a little trinket to show you my good will. If you have forgiven me, do grace my heart and don at at the Coronation.
Otherwise, I will understand that you wish not to see me again and will graze away from your view.
Affectionately,
G.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on May 12, 2007 13:48:56 GMT -5
The day had greeted me curled up in my bed, and had it not been for a sense of self-duty I'd likely still have been there when the package arrived. As it was, though, I was in the gardens out back, discussing minor details of a flower bed arrangement with my gardener when a maid scurried to me, holding a delivery. Giving her a soft word of thanks I took it to an ivory-lacquered table and sat, opening it up. An ornamented box fell out and into my lap, and with a blink of surprise I scooped it up, retrieving the heavy parchment that had remained in the envelope as well.
I read it - three times I read it through, then looked back to the emerald-set bracelet that I had retrieved from the box. It'd taken a day of coronation and fete shopping, along with a good dose of self assurance inside my claw-footed tub to get over the night and to put Gillermo from my mind, and here he was again, clawing back into my thoughts with the gesture of an apology and a trinket - a trinket I was to don at the Coronation, a secret of sorts between he and I, though much laid upon it. It wasn't as if I were wholly angered with him, for while my pride had been pricked and my feelings hurt, it still wasn't in me to hold grudges against people, especially when they made attempt to reconcile.
Gingerly thumbing the bracelet, I set the letter down and watched the gardener begin to map out a plot, my thoughts inward. I didn't know what Gillermo wanted from me, and I could not deal with what I didn't understand. Fine and well, then. If it were games he wished, then games he would receive - and my game would consist of no more than that of a friend held at arms length. I would wear the bracelet even though it meant remapping my coronation jewelry so he would see I had forgiven, but he would be well reminded that I did not forget.
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