The third letter
My little emperor in waiting:
I should no longer call you that anymore, should I? After all, you are now the emperor. A heavy crown, Larsa, and one that I cannot help you with. I can only hope that you will be strong enough to bear it.
But this letter, it is not about this heavy burden, but about something else. Rather, someone else.
It is ironic, is it not, that I should know so much more about your sister-in-law then you, even though she was such a dominating presence in your whole life?
Yet this is not so surprising, as the little emperor in waiting was her younger brother-in-law that her beloved husband sought to shelter much from.
Especially in regard their true nature.
First of all, Larsa, I swear that I did not suspect that much, that Lady Messallina bore resentment in addition to love for you. I do believe that love was and is there, just not as much as you thought.
But Larsa, is it really her fault that she choose your brother over you when he was there first? Just as it is not your fault that your brother loved you so, it is only natural that she would be jealous.
I do not say that she is right, but I hope that you will not blame her so.
As for me...my relationship with her is a strange one. After all, I was the one she had a final talk with, as well as the one who she revealed much of. However, I cannot answer questions with answers that I do not know, even though I want these answers myself.
She likes me a little, because I once helped her.
As for myself… I must admit a secret that I have not told anyone, not even her.
I wanted to marry her and I was upset when she married your brother.
I used the past tense, but that is not accurate. I still want to marry her. Therefore, I am not going back to Rozarria. Instead, I am going to find her.
However, I do not intend to return once I find her.
I return with her or I do not return at all.
~Your friend, Al-Cid
The writer of the letter was much older, but it seems that the content of the letter changed very little. Like last time, he also shook his head as he re-read the letter, realising that it was another letter that he could not send.
Yet the content of the letter would be a reality, as that was what he intended.