Letter Writing
She'd held the piece of paper tightly as she gazed upon the cloudy sky. The chilly atmosphere and light pitter-patter of raindrops indicated a storm about to break. It was that thunderous season again, and she knew the thunder and lightning would not cease for days on end. She blinked her amethyst eyes once and turned back into her study to read the letter again.
He was away on "a small errand," but she knew better than to expect him back immediately. Jonathan's small errands always took weeks to complete, though the king himself was not to blame. George was just very thorough, and he did his job well.
He had ended his letter with a promise to get her something from his trip, "something pretty." Alanna frowned. She could feel his soft chuckle as he knew that she'd get irritated when he babied her like that. And she frowned because he knew that she would adore whatever he did bring for her.
"Don't worry about me, love," he wrote to her every time, "Work's never as excitin' as yours. I'll come home with scrapes, but I'm sure they'll be gone quickly with your blessed healin'."
She smoothed the piece of paper out and put it aside. The storm broke outside and she sighed before closing the doors to the balcony.
On the table, she took a blank sheet of paper and began to write.
"Don't leave your wife and children hanging for too long," she began the letter sourly, "I, for one, didn't plan to come home in an empty bed."
But even with her cranky manner, she knew he'd be delighted to hear from her. And she knew that even the storms couldn't hinder his coming back when his work was finally over.