Prince Gratien de Somerville
Royal
His Highness the Comte d'Azur and Prince of the Blood; House Somerville
Married to Lola de las Aragonia. Brother of Azabel, Reese & Pierre de Somerville
Posts: 1,486
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Post by Prince Gratien de Somerville on Jun 24, 2008 19:00:15 GMT -5
Dear Juliette;
I'm so sorry Julie, I didn't except things to turn out this way and I'm truly sorry that I have hurt you. Please believe I never meant to. I have been a coward and a fool and I have hurt you in the process.
Its true, I think that you and Reese are better suited and I didn't think that you and I would last. I know this isn't the best way to tell you, but I just want to be honest and since I have a feeling you won't see me, this was the only way how.
I don't blame you for being mad at me, I've made a of things. I'm so sorry.
So you know, I will always love you.
Gratien
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Post by Juliette L'Envers de Montegue on Jun 25, 2008 17:10:58 GMT -5
When the letter came I was tempted, very tempted, to throw it in the fire unopened. I didn’t want to hear what he had to say. I just wanted to forget about him, and try to find happiness elsewhere. The task would be impossible if I were still lingering on Gratien.
A week later and I was ill and bored out of my mind. I hated bed rest, though I was good for little else. My stomach was heaving with regularity, I had a fever and a nasty rash over my chest. The chirrgeon said I had caught the plague, la scarlatine, probably picked up from one of my visits to the market.
I’d had enough lying around from the last time I was abed (and tied to it), and was restless now, even if I was gravely ill. I was too weak to stand and retrieve the letter, buried under a pile of other correspondences, but I had Jeanne fetch it. She had been looking after me since I had fallen ill, just like she had done when I was a child.
When she returned to the bed, her face was concerned. “Juliette, are you sure you want this now?” She asked, reluctance to hand it over etched in the lines of her face. I simply held out my hand, not wanting to speak any more and start coughing again.
I read it slowly, my mind sluggish. When I was done, I handed it back to Jeanne. “If you love me, hide this where I won’t be able to find it.” Despite my vow, tears were sliding down my cheeks. She nodded and took it away. I closed my eyes and tried to put the sorrow from my mind and sleep.
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