Date: Fri, 22 Aug 1997
From: Wolf Keep
Subject: My Beloved Wenn
Lord Wolf sat within the empty Great Hall of Wolf Keep, listening to the wind as it whispered through the empty byways and stairways. Distant echos reached his ears of his love’s laughter from a time before.
His mind called to his ears the way she says his name, so softly and with such tenderness and love.
Lord Wolf looked around the Hall and with a heavy sigh, stood and walked to a desk in the back corner. Sitting he pulled out a parchment and took up a quill. Dipping the quill he began to write, his thoughts scattered upon the breeze of longing, were all of she who has claimed his heart.
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My Beloved Wenn,
Dear Heart, last eve, I roamed the halls and passageways of the Keep and found it to be hollow. The shadows did take up more residence than the living within our home. As I sat within the Great Hall I noticed that the candles did not burn as brightly, nor the fire shed as much light as when you are here.
This...Keep, which I have called home for so long, tis home no more. Home now resides wherever you are, my love. As our wedding day draws closer, it does seem that I am unable to be with thee as much time as tis my want, my desire. For this, I do apologize for I know this fact must weigh heavily upon thee.
Last night, I did taste the hours of loneliness for but a while as I am sure you have done greatly in the past for I am oft gone with the Pack and hence not with thee...not ..home. The loneliness twas empty and cold
for I have become accustomed to your warmth and the way your mere presence fills my world, making it complete. Too much I fear I have taken for granted, no longer shall this be the case, my Beloved.
I am penning ye this missive to let ye know that ye are missed greatly by this old Wolf. You are my life, my morning, noon and night. I have never known such happiness as I have known with you, my Beloved. I can
but hope that some day, I shall be able to give to you a small part of what you have given to me, for I do not think I could ever make ye feel as I do now about thee.
Know that no matter where the Pack roams, be it near or far from home, you are always with me. Foremost in my thoughts, first in my heart and forever a part of me. My first thought of the day is of you, and the last breath I take before sleep claims me is a soft sighing of your name. I can say nothing more other than I love thee, My Beloved, please hurry home.
Written with my heart,
in the ink of love,
Wolf
Lord Wolf sprinkled sand on the parchment, waited til it dried then folded the parchment in thirds and penned the word "Beloved" upon one side. He rose and walked to the table near the fireplace, laying the
note on the tray, always there with its steeped pitcher of buttered rum. Glancing to the empty chair next to the fire, he sighed once more. Softly and with a heavy tread, he returns to his own wolf’s head chair and the waiting, the wondering of the winged horse, that recently appeared in his stables.
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