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It is not by chance your mind has strayed to that old story, a favourite to your elder sisters around the fireplace by Mother when they were still in their teens. You rolled your eyes then, the stories of knights and love always paled in comparison to the good ones
But having realised what you want... <span class="mu-s">Who</span> you want, you are left in a state of something approaching intoxication. Your breath is short, your head spins and your chest feels tight. You’ve been playing a game, a childish game, and now you’re just beginning to realise how deep in you are. The thought of Lady Frida Vancewell’s rejection or scorn is no longer somewhat amusing… it’s terrifying. It felt real, your short time together in the stuffy account rooms of the de Ver office, but you know Frida has all the cunning and half the mercy as your sisters. Cain on the Cross, what if it was all an act? What if she does not feel the same?
You have to know.
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> You must let Frida know how you feel, you cannot bear otherwise. But the approval of her father is a foregone conclusion. The only thing Lord Vancewell wants to see you courting is an early grave, not his heir and daughter. Any response to your letter, should it be forthcoming, may very well be hot on the heels of an assassin. Better to see if your passion is returned before baring your neck to the hidden blade. [Secret Letter]
>There is a proper way of doing things, and a knight declaring his affection publicly for his lady love is the done thing. The more you think on it, the only thing that truly scares you is the possibility that she does not want you. So let them come. The jealous suitors, the vengeful father, the spurned Marquis and the assassins. It matters not, you are in love. [Open Letter]