So I watched Tin Man today, and I purposely made sure neither of the parents had dark eyes. They don't. And I was like, well, where did Azkadellia get her brown eyes from? And l looked at Glitch and went hmmm...and then my brain exploded from the pressure of bunnies. Evil, cruel, Monty-python like bunnies...and here's the result.

My dearest Ambrose,

It's been two years since my daughters' won over the darkness that threatened to take over our O.Z. even now, I shudder to think what might have happened. However, I do not write this letter to you to inform you of the date. Indeed, since your successful surgery, you've been hailed as the most intelligent man in any realm, I'm so proud of you.

My actual purpose in writing this is somewhat more surprising. Though, perhaps to you, it will come only as confirmation. I'm sure you remember the birth of Azkadellia, six months after my marriage to Ahamo. She was a tiny child; the nurses said it was because she had not been carried to full-term.

But I know she had.

I looked into Ahamo's icy eyes and see my soul-mate. I look into my daughters warm brown eyes and see a childhood love, and her father. You, Ambrose. One night, the night before I met Ahamo, in fact, I stormed to Finaqua looking for peace and quiet. You, ever faithful, followed me. And as I ranted and raved about the idiocy of the faculties of the kingdom, you kissed me. I'd never before that moment seen you at a loss for words. But you were exactly what I needed. One night was all we ever had of each other, but it was enough.

More than enough, really.

I carried our daughter, gave birth to her, and then gave her to you for tutoring. I knew she would have a great mind, and she proved herself worthy of the task of being your student, as you taught her arithmetic, sociology, history, science, and politics. At the tender age of five she could recite most of the O.Z. periodic table, and was stubborn enough to give a mule lessons. How she would make me laugh. If she failed the first time, she would try over and over again until she perfected it, clenching her small hands with her eyebrows furrowed in frustration, an expression I've seen upon you.

Beautiful brown eyes, dark curls, and the palest skin mark her as your child. I see only you in her features, and you're both so beautiful it hurts to see you side by side.

Sometimes, when I would watch you give her her childhood lessons, Ahamo would look at me. I believe he knew that Azkadellia wasn't his child, but neither of us mentioned the features neither of us could have given her.

I've been too long in denying my love for you, Ambrose. It's been 18 months since Ahamo's death, and I think it's time I acknowledged the other man in my life. Not that you would consider yourself the other man. We only had one night, before I even met my future husband. But I love you, Ambrose. When you receive this letter, come to Finaqua.

I'll be waiting.

So! Whatcha think? It's just a one-shot, but I'm thinking of writing a letter series...I'm not sure who is going to be involved. Give me some ideas! And check out A Twister of Fate it's a glitch/dg Cain/Az fic, and this time I really am working on it, I swear!!! Give me love people!!!