A/N: I heard this story from my sister, Reverie Metherlence, while I'm doing my laundry… I didn't know where she got it.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Yggdra Union and its characters…
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Mother Paltina was passing by Yggdra's room when she noticed an envelope propped up on the pillow addressed to her. Dreading the worst, she opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter…
Dear Mother Paltina,
It is with regret and deep sorrow that I am writing to you. I had to elope with my new boyfriend because I had to avoid a scene with you and my advisers. I have found true love with Milanor and he is so nice. But I know you would not approve of him because he's a thief, being a foul-mouth sometimes, and the fact that were still both seventeen. But its not only love… I'm pregnant.
Milanor says we will be happy. He owns a cottage at Lenessey Mountains and has a stack of firewood for the winter. We dream of having many more children. He opened my eyes to the fact that being a thief, stealing from corrupt tax collectors, and swearing is isn't bad after all. Also, drinking liquor and using marijuana doesn't hurt anyone. Were planning to raid the convoy from Lent because we heard the tax collector there collects more than he should, so please don't stop us.
In the meanwhile, we pray that Rosary, Nessiah, and Roswell may find a cure for Leukemia so that Milanor can get better; He deserves to be happy with me. Don't worry Mother Paltina, I'm seventeen and I know how to take care of myself. Someday, I'm sure we'll be back so that you can get to know our children.
Signed
Yggdra Yuril Artwaltz
32nd Monarch of Fantasinia
P.S: Mother Paltina, none of the above is true (except for the part where I said Milanor is my boyfriend. It's true.) I'm over at the White Rose Manor with him and the rest of my friends. I just wanted you to know that there are worse things in life than my failed academics. The report card is in the top drawer. Please take care of yourself. Just send me a messenger when it's safe to come back.
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A/N: Again, Thanks Reverie Metherlence for the story. Thanks little sis!