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Love, Rosalyne thought, was something she had given up long ago. Flames had invaded the space in her chest where a heart should've been. She had been ready to die when the Jester found her and offered her a new purpose. Pierro took her to the palace of the Cryo Archon. When her eye met the Tsaritsa’s, she felt her forgotten heart spark once more. She was beautiful beyond her imagination. Long, brown hair cascaded down bare shoulders and piercing blue eyes studied her. Something about her made Rosalyne want to live again.
Small snowflakes danced over the capitol of Snezhnaya. Sunlight fell through a small crack in the curtains to the Tsaritsa's room. Signora grumbled slightly, burying her face in her pillow. She felt her goddess shift next to her. Cold arms wrapped around her and a face was pressed against her chest. They laid in silence for a while. Signora felt like falling asleep and ignore the coming day.
“Good morning…” Alisa mumbled against her chest, icy breath tickled her skin.
“Morning,” she answered, pulling her closer. She knew she had to get up. Today was the start for her part in the Inazuma mission. The annoying Traveler was already on the way to the closed nation. How they had found a way in she did not know. So long she left successful the Traveler was a mere thorn in the side.
“Mmm I don't want to get up today,” Alisa said, intertwining their legs. Tangled together, Signora felt like everything was right in the world.
“Unfortunately I have to.” She felt Alisa tense against her. “What's wrong?”
“Something will go astray…” Her voice was filled with unusual concern.
“Do not worry, darling. I know what I'm doing.”
Inazuma was a nation Signora did not appreciate. The people were far too tense, suspicious of her every move. She sat in her room, reading through file after the file. The Traveler had left Ritou, Scaramouche had stopped reporting and tomorrow she had to negotiate with the Shogun. She massaged the bridge of her nose when the door swung open.
“Excuse me, my lady,” her assistant said with a bow of her head. In her hand was a letter.
“What is it?” she asked, trying to keep her tone even. Her assistant held out the letter.
“It was apparently an urgent message for you only.” Her assistant put the letter in front of her and left. Signora took it up and quickly opened it. To her surprise a dried white rose fell out. She folded up the paper and felt her lips turn upwards.
My dear Rose.
It wasn't an urgent message, it was a love letter. She should've known Alisa would send something to her. Carefully she read through the sweet words.
Return to me safely. Please…
She sighed and folded the letter again, taking out a paper of her own. Of course I'll return. I promise.