My Dear Brother,

How long is it been since we last each other? Too long, I imagine and over the years life has changed. I have changed. I'm no longer that little girl anymore and I assume you are no longer that man. No, I know for certain you are no longer that man. You ceased to be the man I knew when you married me off to my husband. From that moment you ceased to be the brother I knew and loved. You made me hate you. Made me ashamed to be your sister. For me, the day you sent me away to live with him was the day I saw your true colours. The day I no longer saw you as my brother but, as a man who was ambitious and cared about nothing else except himself. You didn't care how you gained status or power just as long as you got what you wanted. You didn't seem to care if you hurt those close to you. As long as you got what you wanted, no one else ever mattered. Not even your own sister. You were to prideful to admit that you were wrong. I remember begging you not to send me away from you, from the only family I had left but, your ambition got in the way. You could only see the advantage off what my marriage would do to you. And that what it was. The marriage only profited you. Not anyone else, just you. It didn't matter that I was a young, terrified thirteen year old girl, all that mattered was your rise to power and position.

You told me once after we fled Locksley on the eve of our parent's death that we had nothing. No family. But that wasn't true, isn't true. We had and have each other. I was your sister, Guy and you cast me off like I was worthless. My own brother. I never knew you could be that heartless. Never knew you could used your own sister for selfish gains. You were my brother, someone I loved, someone I trusted. And yet, you broke all your promises. Broke the trust and love between us. You became a stranger in my eyes. Yet, despite all the hurt you caused me when you made that decision of marrying me off to an older man to suit your ambitions, you're still my brother.

Please know that I never wanted our relationship to come to how it is now. I never wanted us to be constantly trying to fight one another. This bitterness and hatred that has filled our hearts should never have surfaced in the first place. All I ever wanted was an apology. An apology from my brother, whom I loved. All I wanted was to have my brother back. To have our relationship the way it was when we were children. I wanted to be able to forgive you. Alas, I know I will never get the apology I want. Your pride is your one weakness and you would never admit you were wrong. But, know this, I still love you and know that you love me too.

Your little sister,

Isabella