Letters
My dearest Wren,
While I enjoy the title of pompous prince, I find I take more pleasure in seeing my name in your hand. I will endeavor to stay in your good graces, in hopes you will continue to write it as you have in your recent missive.
I must admit I did not expect you to reply with a secret. You detailed how little you trusted others, so I thought you were bound to refuse my offer. Yet you did not. As such, it seems I am burdened with the task of upholding my end of our bargain.
I am a man of my word, so here is a secret: My Gift is weakened in the presence of emotions. I have trained to bury mine so that I may remain clear and decisive.
Did you feel lighter upon confessing to me? I feel weightless, but in an apprehensive manner. As though I am suspended in the air and unsure of when I will fall back to the ground.
Yours,
Castien