To my sweet Holy Roman Empire, who,
after all this years,
has not yet tired of me and keeps to stand me with endless patience.
14th Dicember 2012
Dear Ludwig,
I know that to you, who are a lover of rules, the reason that makes me write to you will appears silly but in my country there are rumours about the near end of the world, and I'm not able to find the courage to tell you this personally... I just hope that this letter will be able to arrive to you, in Germany, on time.
I was petty with you and I'm sorry: for all this time I have always know that you were the boy with the blue coat who, when I had been enslaved in Austria, had treated me kindly and protected me from the bullying of Roderich
I would have liked that, before the arrival of our farewell, you remember the little girl with the green maid dress who tried to teach you how to draw and who you left in tears, leaving at war to protect the Empire from France... Yes, Elizabeta told me that you thought I was a girl.
It was always her, in 1086 b.C., to reveal me that probably I would not see again the wonderful Roman Empire that I myself had made "Holy".
She was wrong: you've kept your promise, even if you don't remind it.
I'm infinite glad to Gilbert for saving you, allowing me, in this way, to see you again.
You made me really proud of you, you know? Despite the dark times, you were able to become a fierce man, honest and sweet, even if you try to hide it... I just regret that I couldn't stay longer at your side and, now, I pray God to save me and let me live with you again.
I'll come back, I promise.
I love you from the tenth century,
Feliciano.