Chapter Letter to Castien
My dearest Castien,
You are in luck. I fear that my mind refuses rest as well. I barely touched my dinner on account of my stomach twisting. I ended up only eating biscuits and tea, much to Blossom’s chagrin.
If you visited the Wild Holm, there would be many places I’d wish for you to see on my family’s estate alone. There is a meadow my brother and I had many picnics in. I think I’d start there. We could have breakfast on a quilt while butterflies flitted overhead.
Then I’d show you the lily pond. It’s beautiful when the weather is warm.
Though I enjoy seeing it even when it is frozen over, too.
After that, a tour of the gardens is mandatory.
We could gaze upon your favorite roses before heading into the village my father oversees, Fallowshire.
There is a market there with the most delicious honey-lavender caramels.
We’d end the night sneaking into Hawk’s Tavern, where we’d eat rosemary potatoes while watching the men fight inside of a circle made of chalk on the old wood floor.
Heron used to take me when I was a little girl.
We’d hide in the corner beneath our coats, using caramels as payment for bets on the fighters.
I must confess reminiscing is leaving me a touch melancholy. I wish I could go back in time and savor those moments with him more.
What about the Lucent Enclave? Would you take me to that Watchtower you wrote about before?
Yours,
Wren