Re: [Letter: Daniel/Claire]
[The stationary smells lightly of roses and myrrh. She writes once more in French, which comes across with very familiar and intimate accents instead of the formal.]
Daniel,
How far have you been able to venture out in this second home? Beyond the Capital? You need not tell me what goes on in your life, I know, but I will worry either way. If what it took for you to take this step was to jump in without looking or thinking, I approve being left in the dark until now. Tell Mimi I miss her, too, and when this is all over I will bring her more salmon. Is there anything I can do for you while you are away but not really? Anyone you would like me to check in on? Or to tell them to write? Are there any specific types of gossip you would like to be kept in the loop of? Anything you ask, I will see it be done.
I do remember the train ride now that you mention it. It was in the winter, yes? In the darkness someone deigned to dance with me, which was a nice birthday present. You should have found something to keep you entertained and distracted, though I do not know if it would have helped much.
Carver has no doubt heard, but labeling you as consort gives reason for the tribunal to be outside Vatican grounds. If you wish to skulk about haunted ruins, we shall, though I imagine the questioning and trial will likely take place in a luxury suite. As consort, you will outrank everyone in the room apart from me and the Pope. The Inquisition cannot touch you no matter what, and that is what is important to me. Your safety. Not what Carver thinks after several years away.
You will be disappointed to miss me singing and dancing about Sir Lancelot being gay. Perhaps I will have to give you a private show. I may be able to set up a recording for you to watch, so you do not miss the music played by Dietre, Misha, and Damian. Not that this show will be pleasant on your ears, but your affection for the people involved will make up for that.