1865-07-00: Numerous Letters Between Siblings
Numerous Letters Between Siblings
Summary: Letters between Emilia and Henric over the course of a few weeks. Time frame starts during Four Corners Tournament and proceeds until 1865-07-10
Date: 1865-07-00
Related: http://eternalcrusade.wikidot.com/memoir:1865-06-27:a-letter-to-emilia
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Emilia  Henric  

A quick word written to Emilia while at Four Corners. It seems it was lost adrift, for the one from Rikton gets to Emilia first, though this was written first.

Dated: 1865-06-24

Little Em, (written with obvious excitement in his script)

The stars aligned! I did not tell you, for I sworn myself to secrecy and discretion. But as I think of her, I cannot keep her secret any longer! My heart explodes with the enchantment undergone.

The reason I was late to the ball was that I had met someone. She was like the maiden of lore, who tamed the wild unicorn, you remember those stories? I feel as if I just walked through a story and came out the other side more than the reader.

Her carriage was out of control, spooked by bandits that attacked her procession and occupied her guard. I managed to ride Trigger hard to catch up to the carriage and jumped the distance between to grab hold of the reins to stop it. When I rushed to the carriage door, she was frightened that I was an attacker, until I introduced myself. As I opened the door, I just about let my jaw hit my knees. Oh the fool I must have looked.

I swear to you, she and I had a moment. I could hear her heart beat as loud as my own and we were in perfect harmony. Is this what besotted feels like sister? I felt in that moment, I could care not who she was but I felt she should be mine and that I wanted to spend the rest of my life protecting her. She is beautiful, riveting, a divine enchantress. She’s a woman that I could safeguard and wouldn’t mind me doing so. A woman. A real woman Em.

Oh gods, her pale hair and blue eyes. I cannot think of anything else and know it must be fate. Her house guards were ever thankful to my service and I spent the night in their cheer, supping with them. Unfortunately I remembered the ball and had to nearly kill Trigger to get back or miss it completely. I wish I had missed it completely, for what I missed instead was her.

I’m chasing the dream called Alessandra.

I will write you again soon.

Henry.

——

There had perhaps been a couple random and short letters that had found there way to Fortress Benide to wait for Henric from Emilia, but all obviously not responses to his own letter. A few even having been sent prior to her own departure from Four Corners to head for Ironhold proper. Each in her delicate flowing script, a few of those artistic flares to it that had long ago taken hold and had not been lost after the 'incident'. Perhaps it was why coming home and seeing how change Emilia was harder to see, for her letters were nearly unchanged, the 'voice' that came in them was much like the Emilia that was and gave no indication to how Emilia now spoke.

My Henry,

I hope that your travel with the Viscount has been going well. We remain yet in Four Corners, it has been interesting watching how many left so quickly after and to see those who remained on. I find it interesting to simply watch the people who come and go within the market place, with so many there it is easy to go unnoticed. It become apparent which linger on yet, not wishing to depart for home and those who are hear on business, going about as they always would. The former make it interesting to wonder if they linger because they hope for something more to come, to find someone one last time, or if they simply do not wish to return or go on to where they are meant to.

Perhaps we shall leave tomorrow, I know not though as I do not know what business it is our siblings are seeing to that continues to keep us here. Be well and safe my brother.

With warmest wishes and love,
Emilia

My Henry,

Tomorrow we will finally leave and begin the journey back to Ironhold, and my time of watching in the markets will be over. It is difficult to do this at home, there they know me to well and think they must come and give greeting or ensure I am seen to. There was I ran into though today, I had hoped to not see him again as I thought before he had taken to laughing at me. However, it would appear that I was perhaps mistaken. He has expressed a desire to have an hour or two of my time to simply listen to me speak and take a dictation of it. He speaks of being a linguist and having studied many different languages. I admit, I am curious on what he hopes to achieve by having my speech in writing. It is not as if it is a shared language of anyone. There was not time to ask him such questions as he had to continue with business, but perhaps there will be time to ask later. For I admit, I do consider his request with some curiosity.

With warmest wishes and love,
Emilia


Mine Sister,

I am glad that you enjoyed your time in Four Corners. You should encourage our siblings to let you see more of the world. It helps to be away, as much as it doesn’t. As for this gentlemen who laughed at you, I believe if he is the same man, I ran into him as well. He spoke barbarian tongue to the mistress Leof, sharing a laugh with her at my expense. There is something of him that I do not trust and it is not often that I mistrust someone so quickly.

I must return to my duties now. I will write you often. I hope this finds you well.

Henric.


And eventually a letter would arrive that was actually response to the letter he had sent (related link):

My Henry,

Your letter awaited me when we reached Ironhold, it made for a pleasant surprise. I am gladdened to hear that you are well and have been enjoying the various arkanettos and the many flavours they offer to your senses. And as well as the distraction they are providing to you.

We are given our minds so we might at times speak them. But it is a thing to know when to speak and when not to the thoughts that come. I think this is something everyone struggles with, some more than others. And I am not certain a thing that can be taught directly, some things perhaps. Those that are easy to see, like manners about the dinner tables. What topics are alright to touch upon, which are not. But never are there those covering when to speak of the heart, when to temper it. There is timing and some thoughts that are never meant to be spoken. Oh how I know these well, brother. And I miss that as well, how Mother did not mind when we spoke what was on our mind. That she would take whatever silliness might come out of my mouth with all due seriousness. I miss her too.

I do not assume you are besotted as oft as you might think, it is simply a tease. And an easy one at that to take to with you. I shall be certain to pass on the apology to Lady Ashedown when she arrives. She and Duke Tarris tarried longer in Four Corners then we did, matters of business I believe.

I am glad to hear that you and the Viscount are getting along well and you are finding him a good companion to speak with. I am not surprised to hear that he worked to convince you to confession, he is a Templar after all. Though that which he receives from confession and would wish for you, is likely to be different. I think like with many things, the results can be different for everyone. But I would urge you to consider it as well, if only so that it would help any little it might. I know you carry much on your shoulders, and there is much that burdens your heart and soul, if the burdens would be eased by just a little through confession, and of being able to speak to one who is bound to the confidence of the confessional, then this I would encouraged.

To that end, do not take upon burdens that are not your own to carry. There are rifts within out family for certain, even for all Raelyn tries to be the glue to keep us whole. But your time away is not a cause, maybe it has not helped to mend what might yet be mended. But it is not a cause. Long have the men of House Cassomir spent so many days away, especially within the years of our lives and the world of war upon war that they have been shrouded within. There is nothing you need to worry about making up to me, never has there been. You know I have only ever wished for you to be the man you are, that which I can see. I hope that you are able to find that for yourself, and are able to discover what of life you would wish, even if only the first glimmers of it upon this trip. For you have always been somebody to me, and will always be.

I know Raelyn has spoken of seeing to you coming home more, and I will not deny I would enjoy to see you more. But not if it would cost you to shorten your trip, what journey and adventures you are to have in pursuing your life. Be excited and always be yourself, my brother, this is all I have ever wished for you.

I do remember the stories, and shall look to reading and hearing one day the new stories of your adventures, and perhaps even one day having a pelt from one of those great ice bears that you saw to felling yourself, and the great story that would go with it.

Stay safe. I love you, now and always, my Henry.

Warmest wishes and love,

Emilia


My Sweet Emilia,

I have received your letters. I do not know how many you have sent, but I have sent a small one ahead of this, which should find you easily enough.

My time here in the north was… uneventful until a few days ago. The Viscount volunteered to scout the roads after some information about raiders and ever dutiful, I went along, for what else am I to do if not to protect the man? The land… it's cold Em. A summer evening poured thick rolls of fog down on us and allowed the raiders to come at us in ambush.

I am alive. You may tell our brother that, I'm sure it would ease him. I was injured, though I will not worry you with the details. I am making a slow recovery and it should be a few days longer yet that I'm abed.

I have finished the treats that you had sent me. They came in handy while I was laid up. Who would've thought that such a thing would keep a man in bed? You save me, even from such great distances sister mine.

I have met so many people here Emilia. I feel we barely know the world, it is so much larger and vast than we could have ever imagined. There are powerful people here, it is like a world we know and yet different. They do wear a lot of fur, I must admit, it is well needed. I find myself so utterly cold, even with the layers I purchased before the trip. I caved in and had to buy a fur up here, for it seems better made and more suitable for the conditions.

I did try to seek to make confession and instead found a Reliant, a member of a church faction that protects the Priests. I unfortunately seemed to distressed her with what I spoke and quickly ended the conversation. I could not repeat the same thing twice, for the horrified look in her eye is not one I'd like to see again.

As I read your letter now again, your words inspire me, as they have always managed to do. You are right. The Cassomir's always sent a son away, perhaps all away, if necessary. We do what is necessary and what is right. And I will not shorten my trip, even if I were to wish it so that I could take all of you up into my arms. Instead, I recover, I wait to serve again. And I think fondly of those who care for me and those, who appear before me like a mystical unicorn.

Be good mine sister. I miss you and think of you often.

Henry.


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