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My darling Eris,
How I am grateful for Autumn, for the sanctuary it has become, for the haven it has provided me with when I needed it the most. But above all, before anything and anyone else, I must thank you, from the very bottom of my soul.
Even when I spewed the most loathsome vitriol, when I grew thorns and wielded my tongue like a sword, you knew exactly what to say, to make sure I never stayed in that dark cell for too long.
I will be lying if I say that I never linger too long in the depths of my mind. But you, Eris, you have helped me in ways that you never could have imagined.
I know it has only been a short while since you have whisked me away from that brute; my knight in shining armour. But my heart longs only for, you, Heir of Autumn, and whispers only your name. A steady, relentless beat, thrumming through my very essence.
I could not care less about your reputation, about your past lovers, about who you were before and what you did. What matters is that we are married, though under regrettable circumstances.
I hope, Eris, that you do not feel shackled to a female as broken as I. For that, I apologise immensely. Though it will break my heart the day you wish to separate and never look upon my ungrateful face, I will part ways with a sad smile. Just because I have fallen in love with a Prince of Autumn does not mean that you feel a shred of what I feel for you, the daughter of a fallen noble; vain and cruel.
I hope that through whatever luck and destiny the universe has decided, no matter what our fates may be, you choose to stay. I know not what will remain of my heart if you go.
De tout mon coeur et plus encore,
Nesta