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
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Post by Prince Gratien de Somerville on Jul 11, 2008 22:32:25 GMT -5
Dear Juliette;
I'm unsure if this letter will find you...I'm unsure if you'll read it or not. But I've sent it anyway.
I know you're still mad at me and you have every right. But with the sickness looming about the City I can stand it no longer. I must know if you're alright.
You may not wish to respond...if you haven't yet burned it away...but please know I've been thinking of you. Please know that I want you safe. Please know that I have been an idiot and hope you can forgive me. Not for me, but for yourself. You never did deserve the likes of me, and I never did deserve the beauty and calm that was you.
I hope you are well.
Eternally grateful for your presence in my life; Gratien
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Post by Juliette L'Envers de Montegue on Jul 16, 2008 18:02:54 GMT -5
Jeanne’s voice was a thread through the sickness, something to focus on other than the pain in my throat. “I hope you are well. Eternally grateful for your presence in my life, Gratien.”
Sometimes to distract yourself from one pain, you heap on another. I couldn’t cry, the fever had burned all the tears away. In a way it was grateful. I had promised no more tears, not for him.
I still loved him. Naamah save me, I still did. And he still loved me. Blessed Elua, how could love hurt this much? I couldn’t bury the truth, and it made me hate him, hate myself.
“Juliette?” Jeanne’s concerned face hovered above the bed. “I shouldn’t have read it to you. I’m sorry, I should have waited until you were well.” She was flustered and becoming more so with each passing moment.
“No Jeanne.” I forced the words out past my desert-dry vocal chords. “Fetch some tea, and I’ll send him a reply.”
Her hands fluttered, but she went and did as I bid. I lay there, thinking of what I could possibly say. It was too much effort, and by the time Jeanne returned, I was asleep once more.
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