Chapter 5: The Letter
Dear Cecile,
It looks like what the councilman was saying was genuine. What I mean is, he wants me to sell the house and give him half of the profits, and he wants a third of my fathers' bank account fortune. That is actually quite a lot more than I had imagined. He also wants all of my fathers' belongings, including the horses. I asked him if I could search through the house and pick up anything that might have belonged to my mother or anything that had to do with my birth and he agreed. So I did so and I found a record of my birth; it is true that my parents weren't married at the time; just my mother's name is on it. I also found a portrait of her and the staff of the house. I also took a valuable looking vase and some knickknacks that I claimed were my mothers. Which means, I'm going to sell those things. Is that wrong of me? I'm only thinking of Budehuc. I will show you some other things I've gotten from the house. They are very interesting.
At any rate, I'm very sorry that you are sick. I've had another of your knights escort me, so please don't worry about me. It's the free knight to be, Dextor. I told Mr. Sebastian to take care of you; I hope he's not being a bother.
If you'd like, you can write me back, although it goes without saying to be discrete. I won't have an address here, so you'll have to pass it along. I will have to tell you other things that are happening here when I get back. All I can say for now is that I wish I had someone like you around who could give me such brilliant ideas.
-Thomas
Cecile's heart ached a little that he didn't write about her more, or that he signed it in any affectionate manor. She read it over again, hoping it would somehow turn into a passionate love letter for her. But alas, it was the same. She put it aside, bored.
The wool of her sweater was sweltering in her fever. Cecile reached her hand down to her underwear and unbuttoned it. She stripped herself. The sheets felt cool and clean on her skin. She poured herself some water and drank deep. She snuggled inside the soft linens, grateful for Thomas' thoughtfulness. She found her hand reaching back down to herself as she thought about Thomas. She closed her eyes and let her fingers dance on her skin until her head ached. She snuggled deep into the pillow and fell asleep.