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Falena held a pen in his hands.
A blank sheet of paper laid in front of him.
Everyday, he sent a message and a call to his brother.
He wanted him to know that he cared for him deeply and know what he was doing.
Leona never responded.
He only ever answered when the call came from his wife, which while understandable, did sting a bit.
His relationship with Leona had deteriorated a lot throughout the years. It would practically be nonexistent if it weren’t for his wife and Cheka making sure he came back for the holidays.
He knew that Leona read the letters Cheka sent to him on occasion, being able to respond to his son about the topics that were mentioned there.
Perhaps texts and calls were too impersonal. They did feel like that to him, in his opinion. Falena had always preferred to interact with people in person, enjoying the company of others.
Perhaps electronic methods made him appear insincere.
So he decided to take a page out of Cheka’s book and write a letter to his brother to show his sincere interest and appreciation for him.
Except Falena hadn’t realized what a difficult endeavor this would be.
A letter.
How do you even go about writing one?
Falena had had to write letters to other people due to his position before, but using the same etiquette for something that was supposed to be personal just seemed wrong.
And he really wasn’t that good with him putting his feelings into words he had to write out.
If he had to express his feelings verbally in the moment? It would be a piece of cake! Having to express those same feelings when he has the time to think about the choice of words as they stared at him in front of his face? He’d rather deal with his paperwork willingly than address that.
(Which is how he somehow finished today’s batch in the half the usual time. He couldn’t let Zazu know that or he’d never heard the end of it.)
He knew what he wanted to tell Leona.
Or at least he thought he did.
Come back home? He wanted to include that in his letter but it’s not like he wanted Leona to stop attending school, which was no doubt the impression he would get.
Please answer my calls? It just sounded pathetic. Leona would probably laugh at him and continue ignoring him until he came back.
I love you?
Falena looked troubled.
Falena loved his brother. He did! But, when had it been the last time he said it to him, out loud.
His last conversations with Leona always seemed to be fights of some kind. Fights about his duties, about his attitude.
Fights about the throne.
Falena bit his lip.
He knew that was a sour topic for Leona. Being the second prince had become an incredibly sensitive topic for him as he grew up. It grew until his brother’s mind created just a self deprecating view of himself and his worth.
Falena sometimes wondered whether that had been his fault.
Maybe if he had spent more time with him, made sure to show him how valuable he was to him.
This was probably why Leona didn’t reach out back to him. Too little too late.
But, Falena gripped his pen determined, it’s never too late until it’s done.
Leona would probably appreciate a bit of insight into what's currently going on at the palace since he’s always been interested in its affairs.
And if he could sneak in a few prods asking for his opinion on how to handle them, who would be none the wiser?
A ripped envelope laid on top of a desk. Its contents were wrinkled on Leona’s hand as he laid in his bed, glaring at the piece of paper.
“What the fuck is Falena thinking sending me inner affairs through a letter of all things? Is he a fucking idiot? What if this gets intersected? He could have leaked sensitive information doing this, dumbass.”
Irritated, Leona got out of bed and searched for his phone. This was foolish behavior of his brother he couldn’t let slide.
Seriously, that carefree buffoon was going to run the kingdom to the ground at this rate.
Once he got his phone, he leaned on the window still of his balcony with the letter scanning the last paragraph he hadn’t read yet and paused.
Any output you have would be greatly appreciated. ; )
Love,
Falena
P.S.: Let me know if you need anything, I’m always a call away.
“King’s Roar.”
The letter slowly turned into sand and banished with the air.
Leona turned on his phone and started the call. It was answered in less than three rings.
“Idiot.”
His attempts at subtlety had always been shit.