-Mishka Masterson-
To long had it been since her feet walked the cobble stone pathways of Veritas' Estate and how she long to be there. Even if it brought her to close to enemy hands it didn't matter to her that was where her heart resided and she wished she could follow, if but for one day. She thought as she entered her chambers, nothing had changed, everything was in it's perfect place. But it felt cold, lonely, dead as if her entire world no longer mattered and she was merely existing. Will you listen to yourself? She thought as she shook her head sending dark brown waves to cast shadows across her face and no long gazed blankly across the room.
She took in to herself the warmth and positive energy that radiated from the charms she had placed about her room. It hummed with power.She glided across the wooden planks and the small click of her heal echoed in the room as she went to her book case and pulled out a book. It was thick, with many pages printed with words of the past, leather bound it and smelled like all old books do.
She quickly thumbed through the pages knowing what she was looking for and what page it was hidden on. Color flooded her cheeks as she spotted the pale blue peddles of a flower that she had pressed, Jasper had given it to her when they'd first began their courtship and how she missed her beloved. That was why she felt so chilled and alone because he was not here to warm her, to bring light into the darkness of her home.
And if but for a moment make her forget about all the death that was rearing it's ugly head through out the kingdoms. These feelings were so foreign to her, she was of wrath.. love wasn't exactly apart of her day to day life. It took almost all that she had not to begin laughing hysterically, how had a mere knight stolen her heart and left her wide open to these raw emotions. Her finger tips lightly caressed the fragile peddles, they reminded her so much of herself and she only wished for a moment he was here to hold her.
She felt so out of control and in moments like this she feared that she could very well kill to regain her serenity. Her peace of mind would be a good comfort to her now when she felt so hell bent and not herself, why had her parents called her away? Why her? She was of little importance to them or their plans. Sighing she thought of her last moments with him before she learned that she was to leave. She was stressed and tired and wanted nothing more than to curl up against him and talk about their plans for the future. To tease him and entice him with sexual advances that would make his body quake with need.
She had been robbed of time with him and she would make it up, so help her she would make it up to him and he would know with out a second thought that she loved and only wanted him. When she'd first met him it was like a light had shown in the darkness and she didn't feel so alone. Then she was purely focused on the mechanics of battle and how she could use her abilities to best help her people.
Her world had never been the same since Lucas had left her and she remembered how the fire scorched her cloths, the smell fowl, when she was told he was gone. Then their he was a man not much older than she; yet he had an air about him that was like a drug to her. Drawing her in closer and closer till he was her very breath. He didn't know it of course. She didn't know how to tell him and it was harder for her then to shut the siren off and it took all her strength to keep her siren still and silent when she felt so giddy around Jasper.
She hoped that he was doing alright and that the wraith wasn't... The book and flower tumbled to the ground with a loud thud as she remembered the wraith had begun to eat away at his memories. Her stomach knotted and her knees felt weak as she staggered back for her chair that sat in-front of her desk. Her blue orbs swept her desk, I need to talk to him she thought as her eyes searched for something...anything to aid her in her quest. Out of the corner of her eye she caught the black gleam of a ravens feather. Her quill! She thought as she turned around to face her desk and careful fingers encircled the delicate instrument.
With in seconds she had laid before her several sheets of parchment, her quill and ink of crimson hue. With careful and crafty strokes of the quill she began to write a letter to him, to her Jasper. Whom she prayed was still hers to have and keep close to her heart.
My Dearest Jasper,
Hello my beloved... I feel so horrible about how things have gone for you and I and I wish so desperately to be in your arms. I know I did not tell you enough how much I loved you or showered you with my affections and I wished we'd had more time before I was whisked away.. I pray you still want this with me. You'd laugh at me now, my fingers can not seem to stop trembling, I miss you so much and I haven't been able to stop these tears. I should be back soon, and with me will be Lucas.
He seems to be rather smitten with the fair Lorelei and I worry for him that he may get his heart broke. I've never seen him behave this way toward another. But that isn't the reason I decided to write you, I wanted you to know that I am not going to let myself be taken by another. I only want you and if I must I will leave my Kingdom and we can go to some far off land. Somewhere were no one will recognize me.
My mother, my real mother would offer me a safe haven if I came to her. Would you be willing to do that? No one would look for us in her lands. Please trust me when I say this. I would rather die than lay with another man for my kingdom. You are all that I desire. The light in my darkness and I believe the other half to my very soul. I pray that you still feel the same towards your princess.
Jasper I love you and how I wish you could have come with my brother and I it would make this stay far more enjoyable. Give my brother, Lincoln, my love. I know he is fond of you. Please take care. I this letter is a trinket of mine, where it please.
Farewell my beloved, gods be with you,
Love, Mishka.
She reluctantly folded the letter and slipped it into a sash that could be taken to her Jasper and inside she slide a necklace of hers. It was of a phoenix coiled about a cross. Her symbol. She prayed that he would read it, and keep the necklace with him for as long as he loved her...
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