'Dearest Roy,

I'll agree with you, nicknames aren't my thing either. I might just call you 'love' if you're alright with that. And somehow I hadn't even thought of how you would contact me here at the mansion. How did you manage? I know the mansion's mailing system uses some teleportation device, but I'm sure it's different in Pherae. I'm certainly glad you're not against guns! You wouldn't survive ten minutes out there, and don't try to argue that you survived fine in the tournament. That was only because of advanced technology and you know it. I don't think I'd ever forgive myself if you were knocked off by some stray bullet.

I miss you quite a great deal as well. You don't know how many hours I've spent thinking about you since you left. Sometimes I imagine what life together would be like if we settled down. I know that sounds a bit forward because we only truly spent a few precious hours together as a couple, but I think I probably fell for you very soon after our meeting. How did you know I've been trying to write letters? I could very well have just forgotten to write. Ahh, but then, I'm not a forgetful person. I think your number would be more accurate if you rose it to the thousands. I don't know why I felt the need to make such a perfect letter. After all, you've never been fond of perfection. If someone is always perfect, there's nothing surprising about them. That's what you always told me. In fact, I think you thought I was one of those boring perfect people before the night you woke me up from that first nightmare.

I'm glad you did so, because seeing your caring eyes made me think of you like the sky, everchanging yet always beautiful. Sometimes they'd be stormy and angry, usually when you felt the need to protect something or someone. Other times they'd be cloudy and thoughtful. I think that perhaps many of these times, you were thinking about your friends in your country. You must have missed them terribly. I don't really have many people left in Altea to miss who are still living. But now I'm going off on a tangent. Most times your eyes would be bright and sunny, as if they were making an effort to cheer up everyone around you. Your smiles could light up an entire room, and I'd have to say you always seemed free.

Somehow I doubt you want to hear any more of my ramblings of your eyes and smile. I do love you though, I just feel as though I can't properly portray it in a letter. I pray every night that you're safe and happy to at least some extent. The thought of you injured and bleeding makes me shudder to my very core. It's not a game anymore, Roy. You don't have Dr. Mario to patch you up good as new. Every time you fight you risk the chance of death. Hoping you have no scars when you return (because you will return) may be too much to ask, but please promise me to be as safe as possible. I can only wish you luck and pray for your safety in hopes a higher being may hear me while I wait.

With love, Marth

P.S. - Is that wine and candle-wax I smell on the parchment? It wouldn't do to indulge in alcohol and practice irregular sleeping habits, especially during a war. I don't want you being caught half asleep and drunk in a skirmish, after all.'

Marth stood and stretched, looking over the letter again. He appeared to be satisfied, because a smile graced his lips as he pulled an envelope out of his bag. The prince was about to seal the letter, when he looked around, spotting a small, pale pink wildflower. It looked to be a 'true baby star' and Marth picked it, slipping it in the envelope without even thinking about it. He only vaguely wondered why he knew the name of an obscure wildflower as he sealed the letter, walking to the mailbox. Hopefully the mailman would be there in due time to take it to the post office where it would be sent through time and space to find his beloved. It occurred to him that he should return to the mansion to find out what he missed in Master Hand's (much too long) speech. Peach would probably be able to fill him in on the important things, and hopefully he would be able to meet some of the newcomers. Well… now that he thought about it he still wasn't feeling exactly social. Perhaps he would just lock himself in his room and take his time setting fire to all the letter drafts he had written addressed to Roy. Upon entering the mansion, he bumped into the new Zelda.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry." She apologized, regaining her balance. She took the time to straighten her dress as Marth responded.

"That's alright. Where were you headed?"

"To look for you, actually. Peach has been searching the whole mansion after the your moment during Master Hand's speech."

"I'll go look for her. Thank you." Marth left, feeling slightly uncomfortable that the Zelda he knew was replaced by this look-a-like.

It didn't take him long to find the pink princess. She had evidently given up on looking for him, as she was, instead, cleaning the kitchen. Sometimes Marth wondered why she did those sorts of things. Maybe she didn't want to feel useless compared to some other fighters who were stronger than her? Leaving that thought as is, Marth walked up behind Peach, who was scrubbing the countertop. He tapped her on the shoulder and she jumped slightly in surprise. She nearly hit him with a wet sponge before realizing who it was.

"Goodness, Marth, don't sneak up on people like that!"

"I wasn't exactly sneaking, and you were the one humming to yourself at a louder volume than most would." Peach decided not to answer that.

"What put you in a better mood? I can tell that you're happier." Peach leaned in.

"Well…" Marth blushed the tiniest bit. "Roy sent me a letter."

And that was all Marth really felt he needed to be happy at the moment.

Word Count: 1,059

Next chapter will probably have more Ike, Peach, and possibly Pit. I'm thinking of having letters at the beginning and end of each chapter, tell me what you think! I'm also tempted to add in some Peach/Pit because that's a kinda cute ship. Maybe Zelda/ZSS and Link/Sheik if I feel like it. I dunno, it's all up to you guys and my mood.