Alden landed on the roof of the barracks that the group had been assigned to. It was made of fresh wood, as had every other structure. The enlisted men still slept in tents, but more houses were being built each day. It seemed that every soldier had been made into a worker. Until the time came, they would still be workers. All of them were in excellent physical condition.
Alden, assured now that no one was going to walk by and read over his shoulder, took out the letter and began to read it.
It was written in an elegant cursive, but he had seen enough of it to know who had written it.
"Dear Alden,
I recieved your last letter and I refuse to accept it. Did you honestly think I would forget you if you ran away, using the King as an excuse? For what? Honor? Duty? My own good?
Do you honestly believe that running away will help me forget? There is nothing that can stop me from caring about you, because it is not something that distance can hide nor time erode. In truth, both only highlight my love for you.
Do not let honor and duty cloud your vision of us. What power do honor and duty have when compared to love? Honor and duty have never annihlated your enemies; only love has given you that power.
If I lose my honor, it will not be so devastating to me as if I was to lose you..."
The door slammed open and Finn rushed out into the night, Alden looked up from his letter to see her walk away. He turned back to the letter.
"Suffer no illusions on what your death would mean to me, it would be more painful than any amount of scorn. One can forget scorn with time and distance. I can not do the same for you.
In the old times, a woman would send a magical item to her warrior. The world we live in now is devoid of all the magic of old, so I must rely on the higher power of love to carry you back to me. I know of nothing greater.
With all my love,
Ria."
Alden stood perched on the barracks for a little while, before folding the letter up and seeing what had happened during his absence.
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