Sorry this took such a long time: I couldn't get near a computer with internet for two weeks.
The first love letter came one wintry morning, slipped into her news cubby-hole behind the bar.
She pulled it out, unsure what it was at first. As she unfolded it, however, she realized what it had to be and blushed. The paper was more elegant than she had seen in quite some time – it must have come from the Capital, as there wasn't any paper of such quality in any of the Frontier towns she had stopped in – though the writing inside was still the scrawl she had come to recognize as Jeremy's.
She read it, glad that there was no poetry in it, only a simple "Dear Leila," followed by a quick compliment of her story-telling ability and her strength at having gone through the stories, leading up to a "With Affection, Jeremy". Nevertheless, she felt a strange giddy lightness for the rest of the day and even began to hum a battle song her brothers used to sing when the vampire could be easily dispatched towards evening, when she knew Jeremy would finish his work at the butcher shop.
She was still humming it when Jeremy walked in later that night, so then she spent the evening describing the songs – most of them as raunchy as her brother Kyle could make them.
The following week, a second letter came, written on the same paper. This one contained a compliment of her physical form and ended with "With Warmest Admiration".
She decided to keep her love notes under her pillow, so that at night, when she missed her brothers – serious and selfless Grovek; tall, bossy Borgoff, strong Nolt and even Kyle – and felt she should continue there legacy, finding other Hunters to team up with, she had something to tell her she was in the right place.
More letters came, and she added these to the growing pile beneath her pillow. The first ones were already crumpled with how much she had read them, in spite of how much she had tried to keep them tidy. She couldn't stop reading them though: she wanted to banish the feeling that she shouldn't stay in one place too long or risk not being able to support herself. More than the money with which she was now paying rent at the inn, the letters helped her banish that idea for good.
One evening, Jeremy came in from a blustery snowstorm, beaming from ear to ear. After taking off his coat, he went down on one knee in front of her, causing her to blush with warm delight. She may have been surprised, but everyone else had known for a few days that today was the day. Taking her hand in his, he asked, "My dearest, Leila, will you marry me?"
She nodded, tears of happiness in her eyes. "I will."