April 29, 2009

Lucian,

My love. I am sorry I have not contacted you earlier. I can only imagine what you have gone through, the guilt you must feel about our family. I would have, but Father will not allow it. He thinks I am foolhardy, and has subjugated much of my free will with his blood. But he cannot take away my love for you, no matter how much blood he pours down my throat.

I pray for you often, here in my cell. I pray that God will keep you safe. That one day I shall see you again. That one day, I shall be able to show how much I love you.

I will be free again one day, my love. When I am, I will be by your side. When I am, I will never again leave you. Having you taken from me was almost more than I could bear. To spend an eternity of nights without you would be a torture beyond any that Father, or anyone else, could inflict.

I promise you Lucian that I will be with you again.

Yours, with all my love,

Corina