This will be my last entry in this fic.
It was always my intention to have my stuff fit inside Chartreuseian's work.
I am so honored that she let me be her 'other half' for this.
It's been fun and thank you all so much for the reviews.
Helen felt her eyes fill with the happiest of tears as she read today's letter.
"Curse you, Nikola," she whispered, unable to stop smiling, "you've made me cry how many times now?"
There was a time where the thought of trying to be married to anyone after the disaster that was her first engagement made her angry and upset, but not anymore.
She was almost annoyed that he wasn't here for her to answer to yet.
Reaching out she pulled open a drawer and plucked out a piece of stationary. She giggled a little when she saw her own initials, thinking of the handkerchief Nikola still had and how there was a chance those letters wouldn't be the same much longer. Though that was a consideration for another day.
Helen dug in another drawer for her favorite pen.
With a deep breath, then another to both stop crying and giggling, she then set pen to paper to write a letter of her own to her headstrong, frustrating, stubborn and most handsome, amazing vampire.