Post by Rainald de Sennis on Sept 4, 2010 9:05:50 GMT -5
Rainald sat down at his desk in his chambers, pen in hand. He hesitated – should he really write this letter betraying some of the feelings he held for her?
After a while, he looked up, sighed, and then concentrated, dipping the quill into the vessel with ink, starting to write:
Lady Beren,
With greatest concern and worry I have learned that you have been taken gravely ill and taken to your homeland in Lune. I wish I had known earlier, my personal physician would have come and attended you here in Windstorm.
Dear Lady … it is hard for me to write this, especially in the event of my possible marriage to a Lady I marry for state reasons … if that will come to pass really. But you must know this: I care for you, more than may be proper under the circumstances. You have given me warning of an imminate danger, although I fear your misgivings about my friend Lamont are unfounded, and for that you have my trust and loyalty, and much more!
Milady, I must let you know how much this touched me, as have many things in our past. I know you have misgivings against my king and my people, maybe even against myself. Yet, I cannot but feel deepest affection towards you and your care. I can only dream such would be mutual, alas I fear such cannot be on your part. And yet I pray to god!
Dear Beren, I would bear a deep would in my heart would you not return sound and safe to Windstorm … and into my presence. Please, allow me to visit you in Lune, or if not there, at least when you will be back here in Windstorm. My heart would be relieved and at joy at seeing you again, Milady!
I am not your adversary, nor your home’s enemy. In fact, were I free, I could tell you of my true feelings.
I wish for your swift return and safe journey home!
Rainald de Sennis
The Frank ambassador once more read over the lines … how much more would he love to tell Lady Beren without sounding like a fool. But this had to suffice for the moment – maybe it would have to suffice forever!
He rolled up the parchment after the script had dried, and gave it to one of the messengers he trusted best here in Windstorm, to deliver to Lady de Lune as quickly as possible.
Then he sat back in his chair, starring out the small window of his chambers, wondering if he had done the right thing. His heart told him a jubilant Yes, but his mind was a bit more skeptic.
After a while, he looked up, sighed, and then concentrated, dipping the quill into the vessel with ink, starting to write:
Lady Beren,
With greatest concern and worry I have learned that you have been taken gravely ill and taken to your homeland in Lune. I wish I had known earlier, my personal physician would have come and attended you here in Windstorm.
Dear Lady … it is hard for me to write this, especially in the event of my possible marriage to a Lady I marry for state reasons … if that will come to pass really. But you must know this: I care for you, more than may be proper under the circumstances. You have given me warning of an imminate danger, although I fear your misgivings about my friend Lamont are unfounded, and for that you have my trust and loyalty, and much more!
Milady, I must let you know how much this touched me, as have many things in our past. I know you have misgivings against my king and my people, maybe even against myself. Yet, I cannot but feel deepest affection towards you and your care. I can only dream such would be mutual, alas I fear such cannot be on your part. And yet I pray to god!
Dear Beren, I would bear a deep would in my heart would you not return sound and safe to Windstorm … and into my presence. Please, allow me to visit you in Lune, or if not there, at least when you will be back here in Windstorm. My heart would be relieved and at joy at seeing you again, Milady!
I am not your adversary, nor your home’s enemy. In fact, were I free, I could tell you of my true feelings.
I wish for your swift return and safe journey home!
Rainald de Sennis
The Frank ambassador once more read over the lines … how much more would he love to tell Lady Beren without sounding like a fool. But this had to suffice for the moment – maybe it would have to suffice forever!
He rolled up the parchment after the script had dried, and gave it to one of the messengers he trusted best here in Windstorm, to deliver to Lady de Lune as quickly as possible.
Then he sat back in his chair, starring out the small window of his chambers, wondering if he had done the right thing. His heart told him a jubilant Yes, but his mind was a bit more skeptic.
