Behind the Rose Window
by Forrest Wineburn
To my only love, precious Amalthea:
My heart aches to depart from you. I feel as alone as a cloud, as if I were lost from you, unable to feel your gaze. The Aegis is bright this morning, calm and bright. Remember that crows do not fly when roses bloom, and the heat of passion collects gemstones like ancient armor collecting dust. Be well, my love.
With all my heart,
Trevin
To my true one, bold Trevin,
I sit alone here, in my house, surrounded by the emptiness of not having you and the prejudice of my blood. Last night, Mother had to apologize to Lady Rache for kicking a poor old woman, a vassal of Rache, and this morning her mood has not softened. Gilbert is falling for the bait, however. I believe he is due to enter the Old City this same day next week. Keep yourself safe!
Love, Ames
To my only one, sweet Amalthea:
They train us very hard here. We practice everyday, and it seems I always have a new scar, somewhere. The wound of missing you is growing deeper and deeper, and I fear I may soon lose you, not out of miscalculated love, but from this wretched wheel of time. The shadow now waits by the roadside, the lightning in his hand, in the tavern of a thousand tears. Take the heart of the church and bind it round his neck, until the wolf bleeds and the mind has taken root. Keep in the Light, and watch for the Green Man.
With all my heart,
Trevin
To Imperial Bladesman Trevin Kahar,
Destroy this letter as soon as you receive it. Gilbert was slain but three fortnights ago, in the designated time and place. Marial of the True Light, to her word, followed him to the Shadow-Touched woman. Master Seamel was on time, and my father has consented us to marry. Lightspeed, my love.