Post by Sergei Romanov on Jan 7, 2009 23:18:04 GMT -5
For a long time I'd debated the intelligence in this, in sending Mercedes a letter when I wasn't strictly sure of whether she welcomed my advances... But in the end I was stubborn, and I knew at least a piece of her liked me. I was sure of it. Mostly.
But it was all I needed.
Sitting down at the desk in my room, I stared at the Ruskovian painting on the wall and tried to draft out what I was going to say. Truth was, I didn't know, only that I hadn't seen her in a while. There was one question in my head, one very clear one, but outside that, I didn't know what to say. I was better in person, face to face; I had little experience in writing letters. Before coming to Terra d'Ange, I had had no need to, but now...
Princessa Mercedes,
Hello lovely. It has been a while since we last saw each other, and I find myself wondering how you are fairing, if you have been well. I had heard before that this country revels in its fetes, but I never truly believed they had as many as the stories claimed. For all the others I've attended, I've not seen you again; a sight I sorely miss.
I hope this letter finds you in good health, Princessa. Mayhap we could go for a ride sometime, and escape the Cities walls for a picnic.
All my best,
Sergei Romanov
A picnic? I was well and truly caught, but remember her poise, her beauty... Svaros, I didn't care. I'd stolen Fydors book he'd read so thoroughly on his voyage here, when the tumbling seas made me empty my belly constantly over the edge, and spent much time making sure my letter was easily read, no mistakes in words or spelling. It'd have been much easier to make one of the maids read over it, but for some reason I didn't want to, preferred to do this myself. A few drafts later, my finished letter was readied, stamped and sealed, and on it's way to the palace.
But it was all I needed.
Sitting down at the desk in my room, I stared at the Ruskovian painting on the wall and tried to draft out what I was going to say. Truth was, I didn't know, only that I hadn't seen her in a while. There was one question in my head, one very clear one, but outside that, I didn't know what to say. I was better in person, face to face; I had little experience in writing letters. Before coming to Terra d'Ange, I had had no need to, but now...
Princessa Mercedes,
Hello lovely. It has been a while since we last saw each other, and I find myself wondering how you are fairing, if you have been well. I had heard before that this country revels in its fetes, but I never truly believed they had as many as the stories claimed. For all the others I've attended, I've not seen you again; a sight I sorely miss.
I hope this letter finds you in good health, Princessa. Mayhap we could go for a ride sometime, and escape the Cities walls for a picnic.
All my best,
Sergei Romanov
A picnic? I was well and truly caught, but remember her poise, her beauty... Svaros, I didn't care. I'd stolen Fydors book he'd read so thoroughly on his voyage here, when the tumbling seas made me empty my belly constantly over the edge, and spent much time making sure my letter was easily read, no mistakes in words or spelling. It'd have been much easier to make one of the maids read over it, but for some reason I didn't want to, preferred to do this myself. A few drafts later, my finished letter was readied, stamped and sealed, and on it's way to the palace.