Dear Lady Dupont, I write this letter to you with a modicum of joy. Father is well, unchanged but his condition is stable. Mother is getting desperate even going as far as to contact a blood mage, but i do not wish to trouble you with our family’s petty troubles, especially since I’ve heard news of your estates recent wealth. Your husbands seedy deals no doubt. I’m sorry Liliana but the man is a hack. I know you agreed to marry him for the betterment of the house but i will not stand for my sister and my love to be sold at auction to the highest bidder so our mother may hold on to a few more months with fathers withering body.
I still hold dear the talks we had in bed about ruling either side of the mountains, gaining political power then uniting under marriage, our love no longer a secret but the brick that holds our nations together. I do hope you still have these dreams. I love father but after he’s gone i will rule our family’s estate, i can undo the marriage our father sold you in to.
Oh how i miss you dear sister, as i write this letter i am brought to mind the summer of 343 when mother dragged father off to one of those ghastly masquerades. Three days ride just to see a boring show then three days ride back but it meant we had the house for quite some time. I remember sending the servants home early everyday, they where so joyed that they never asked questions. It was the day you had me in the gardens do you remember. It was deathly quiet and we walked the maze, it was at the centre, by the fountain when you first used your mouth to pleasure me. “learnt from one of the Orlesian servant girls” if i remember, you caught her in the pantry with Sebastian. I knew you always had a way with words but you tongue truly spun a wonderful story that afternoon.
I must confess, mother has set me up with Duke De la Croix’s daughter, you remember her tiny little thing we would see at noble gatherings. Well she’s not so tiny anymore, that was unfair of me, there’s nothing overtly wrong with her, perhaps a little to eager. I wasn’t going to mention this but then i remember your duty as a “wife” to mount that greasy old man so i felt it would be disingenuous to not tell you that i have laid with her. Its awful dear sister, the woman is ravenous and not the good kind, like that time you go so exited you slipped me into the wrong hole, do you remember, i thought you pained yet you quivered with ecstasy. Body oils soon became a staple of our collection and you’d beg for me to penetrate your rear many times after. Ha i guess Some mistakes do turn out for the better after all.
I digress, she has no notion of what it takes to please a man, seemingly loosing control of her body as she wriggles around on the bed. Its thoughts of you that allow me to even stand to attention long enough to complete the deed, i fill my mind with images of your long brown hair draped over your breasts and the glimmer of rose pink nipples poking through. I do not attempt to bare her a child, I told her “on this side of the mountain you show love by showering your partners face with your seed” its worked so far, both as a deterrent to giving her what i save for you, and as a mask to hide my shame.
Oh sister this letter grows long so i will get to my point. Im going to visit you in 3 months time, i told mother it was to settle a few minor land disputes that your husbands seal would only help to bolster. Of course its just a letter but Mother understands i miss you dearly, just not in ways she knows fully.
I have sent you a gift to be delivered shortly before my arrival, don’t let anyone see it not even that pond dweller you call a husband. It is to be worn upon my arrival. Also included is a gift i hope you get much use out of. I visited the local wood smiths, don’t worry i disguised myself with a glamour, it left my head swimming for a few days but it was worth it. I had him carve a replica of myself, specifically your favourite part, a phallic reminder to keep you company until my visit. Be sure to use it in a hot bath with some warm massaging oil and be sure to hid it well for when i arrive i shall replace it along with my body and my heart.
Liliana i am desperate for your touch even now i feel myself yearning for the little things. That nibble on the ear, the way you run your nails across my back and…that thing you do with your finger.
I hope this letter finds you well, less the entire political structure of our nations crumble under scandal.
P.S I shall be thinking of you tonight.
Hello readers, this is a knew idea i had just last night. I plan on doing a response letter from Liliana next however im unsure if i should transition into them together on his visit and write as a narrator or continue the letter style of writing. Let me know what you think.
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