Chapter Letter to Wren
My dearest Wren,
If you read this before the morning, then you will know that I have not taken the advice I gave you. It is still early in the evening, but I am certain I will not rest tonight. I dare not even hope to close my eyes for more than an hour’s time.
So here I sit, at my desk in my chambers, penning this letter to you. I have to admit, a terrible part of me hopes that you are awake and will reply. It is a shame for our servants if you do, because I am likely to reply back, only stopping my letters once yours cease, if even then.
My mind is racing. I cannot stop thinking about what is to come. Tomorrow I will send you instructions. Tonight, I wish to pretend we were somewhere else.
Tell me, if I were to visit the Wild Holm, where would you take me first?
Yours,
Castien