It seems only yesterday that I left your side to venture forth into the mortal to find my brother. Well, yesterday and a lifetime ago. I fear so much has happened in the intervening time that you may not recognize me when we were reunited, and yet I know this fear is unfounded, for you will always know me.
A year and one month has passed since the coming of the very strange storm to this charming little town. A year and one month since I nearly paid the price for my foolish, girlish search for adventure. A year and one month since dear Aidan did pay the price. And, by some convenient coincidence, a year and one month since Cavan chose to join the rest of his family in the mortal realm.
This time has not been without its struggle. Flynnwood and I have resumed our relationship as if no time has passed; unfortunately, that has also carried over to my relationship with Cavan. How I wish this place might soften his heart, just a little. I should not have to wonder if my brother truly loves me, or only sees me as part of his future domain. Still, he is my prince, and I will obey if I must. I can only wish that this time with him will pass with ease and grace, before he returns to whisper in Father's ear.
If ever you are able, beloved, you must come to see this place yourself. You would greatly enjoy the wonders of this world. My strength is waning with the approach of Autumn, but once it returns in Spring, I may ask Flynnwood to take my leave of the manor of a time and truly travel the world. I've done so much reading about far off, exotic places like Paris and Beijing and Toronto. Even the very names of those cities sound like music, do they not? Perhaps you might join me, if you are able.
I dream of you every night, although it pales to what I feel when you are here. You and Flynnwood would get along handsomely, I know it. And I have a nephew now! Well, a great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great nephew. His name is Joshua. It's by chance that he came into our lives, after his horrid family abandoned him to the local school for "gifted" children (the human euphemism for those with extraordinary abilities they cannot comprehend). He was nearly killed in the same storm last year, but his gift is to heal - and when he healed himself, he became the most beautiful golden creature you have ever seen. The poor boy is rather depressed about it, since his appearance now stands out remarkably from what is considered normal. But Flynnwood has invited him to live in the manor with us, where he'll be safe. I've even offered to glamour him into a more suitable appearance, so he might go out on a proper date with his young werewolf girlfriend.
They are a sweet pair, those children. In a way, they remind me of the early days of our relationship, the stolen glances and shy laughter, blushing kisses and attempts to remain chaste in the public view.
Find your way to me, love, in whatever way you can. My heart aches to be so far, even if this is the place I must be for the time present.