Octavius had spent many long hours bent over a piece of parchment, spilling out his soul. The thing was a good few inches long (this was huge for them, mind), and he had it delivered by horseback to the one it was intended for. The one he loved so desperately. Jedediah. He hoped the letter would convey his feelings as well as his heart did.
Jedediah received the later a little later. He opened it and scanned down the page, eyebrows furrowed. Octavius's hopes were certainly crushed when Jed put it away.
Maybe he shouldn't have written it in Latin.
