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Dear Y/N,
I hope this letter finds you well. I apologize that it has taken me a while to send you a letter back. To be honest, I'm not exactly sure how I should start off.
This is my very first time even writing back to someone such as... a 'pen pal' of the sort.
So... how are things going for you in particular when I'm writing this? Or your father? How is he? I get that writing letters to each other are a nice way to get to know each other, but I'm just about as busy as you think I am for being a prince who's studying off in another country.
Speaking of, I should let you know. I've only got a few more years left of my studies before I return home. Perhaps we could meet one day.
But for now, all these late night studying sessions ... it seems to suit me well.
Signed, Prince Technoblade.
Dear Y/N,
It's been a while since we last wrote to each other. Take this as a formal apology for me, as I've informed in the previous letter, I could be busy with studies.
As for what you told me, your Father was a nice and particularly helpful man when I first met him at a noble banquet. Something especially remarkable to note about him was that he helped me find a suitable fencing instructor. In return, I gave him a pen as a gift. If you're curious, you should ask him about it. It's something no one else can have. One of a kind.
A half lie. I had the same kind of pen, although, it seems my brother, the youngest prince, Tommy, lost it. So consider it valuable. Keep it close to your heart.
But I'll reassure you once again, no, I won't stop replying to your letters until I come back. Your concern is clear, even through these letters.
Next time, make sure your hands aren't a little shaky when you write. I prefer reading neat handwriting, a legible one.
Signed, Prince Technoblade.
Dear Y/N,
Good morning, Y/N. At least, for me. Perhaps you're still asleep as I write this...
I woke up rather early today and thought I should get to writing. I thought I should be a little more extra today to get my daily boost of confidence.
Actually, there's lots of things I still don't know about you. Just a lot of random things you've told me over the course of our letter exchanges. Or... our pen-palling journey. Whatever you want to call it, it is to your heart's desire. But admittedly, I still can't get used to it.
It's very early in the morning and I still don't hear any door knobs turning in the dorm hall. It seems I'm the first one awake and I'd like to take advantage of it.
So I'll have to cut this letter short, but later tonight, I'll write something longer.
Signed, Prince Technoblade.