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*Owl to Maia, delivered at her dressing room*
My dearest Maia, Firstly I beg your forgiveness at the lateness of the hour and how sneakily this must seem: writing you without going through your father first, but quite honestly the words that I have for you are for your eyes alone. I am not a wise man, not intelligent or gracious and never have I been known for simplicity and honestly, so I beg your belief in the following lines, I miss and love you very much, Maia. This has been the one truth, the one constant in my life. How often have I wished to reach pass customs, protocol, my own troubled mind, and the chaotic world I have myself in to tell you that you are my world, and every joy and peace that I find comes from your world. The road ahead is hard and difficult for me, and while I do not fear what is to come I regret that it prolongs our union. You are my comfort. I will fear nothing as long as I am secure in you. My words fail me when it comes to you and has always done so. I have little to offer you, no kingdom to lay at your feet, no crown to give you that is worthy of my Angel- and I beg your indulgence at my vanity for daring to claim you as mine. Indeed the truth is quite the opposite: all I am is yours. I beg you do not miss me in my absence lest you begin to hate me for abandoning you so long. Do not replace me in your heart or thoughts with another, for though I am sure he will honor you, there is no one who will ever love you half as much as I do. I regret this letter must end, but already there is a pale pink sun peering overhead and bringing with her yet another day without your smile, or tender caress. Know I am kissing your brow as you read this, and that my hand has found yours, my lips yours and as I speak now it is your name I whisper. I do not write these words in shame, or with the intention to bring you dishonor with my bravado. It is quite simply this, I love you, and I always will. Yours faithfully, Judas
OOC: Written roughly 13-14 years after GrownHP
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- I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.
- Mark Twain
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