Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jun 19, 2011 10:47:27 GMT -5
I'd planned to meet with Sabriel on the morrow to discuss my leaving for Azzalle, but after my fateful meeting with Gillermo.. Elua, I couldn't do it, couldn't bring myself to face one more man who was disappointed in me, who might well turn his back on me too, and tell me I wasn't good enough to do my duty. I didn't know Sabriel, not anymore, and while I dearly wanted to, this wasn't the right thing to see to him about.
And so I wrote, my penmanship neat and flowing as always, but there was a quiver to a word here, a word there, that belied my nerves. It belied my pain too, pain inflicted from Gillermo, but no one would know of it but me. I wouldn't speak of it, wouldn't admit to it.. Oh, no. I would board my heart up again and not offer it out anymore, not to anyone, for any reason. The hole in my heart had been torn anew, torn asunder, and I wasn't sure how it would heal up again.
Dearest Sabriel,
I fear I must begin this letter with an outright, fully felt apology. I wished to see you in person, but I'm afraid circumstances are preventing it.
The call to war has been sounded, and thus I am recalled to Azzalle to defend her, as acting Regent. I am quite aware you likely do not think me sufficient in my post, and while I admit I am not as knowledgable as you, I will be surrounded too with advisors. We will defend her, and we will fight off any who wish to harm her. The brunt of the war will take place in Camlach, so I am told, and as such there should be little action seen on Azzallese soil unless they try circling 'round and coming in from the north. If they do, they shall not make it out of our province alive.
I am leaving Christelle in the City with a dear friend, your cousin Amelie. I cannot in good conscious take her to Azzalle with me and in danger, though it pains me more than I can say to leave her. If something should happen though, I wanted you to know where your niece was. You will do right by her, I know.. I do trust you.
Good luck, dear Sabriel. I shall pray for you daily, and for all others involved in the war.
Love,
Mirielle
And so I wrote, my penmanship neat and flowing as always, but there was a quiver to a word here, a word there, that belied my nerves. It belied my pain too, pain inflicted from Gillermo, but no one would know of it but me. I wouldn't speak of it, wouldn't admit to it.. Oh, no. I would board my heart up again and not offer it out anymore, not to anyone, for any reason. The hole in my heart had been torn anew, torn asunder, and I wasn't sure how it would heal up again.
Dearest Sabriel,
I fear I must begin this letter with an outright, fully felt apology. I wished to see you in person, but I'm afraid circumstances are preventing it.
The call to war has been sounded, and thus I am recalled to Azzalle to defend her, as acting Regent. I am quite aware you likely do not think me sufficient in my post, and while I admit I am not as knowledgable as you, I will be surrounded too with advisors. We will defend her, and we will fight off any who wish to harm her. The brunt of the war will take place in Camlach, so I am told, and as such there should be little action seen on Azzallese soil unless they try circling 'round and coming in from the north. If they do, they shall not make it out of our province alive.
I am leaving Christelle in the City with a dear friend, your cousin Amelie. I cannot in good conscious take her to Azzalle with me and in danger, though it pains me more than I can say to leave her. If something should happen though, I wanted you to know where your niece was. You will do right by her, I know.. I do trust you.
Good luck, dear Sabriel. I shall pray for you daily, and for all others involved in the war.
Love,
Mirielle