misereres (misereres) wrote in usurper, @ 2011-06-07 02:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! house martell, ! house targaryen, elia martell, rhaegar targaryen |
Rhaegar,
I write to let you know we will be some time late to the capital. By a week or so, if good time is made now, but perhaps a little more.
Though I would not have you think that I reneged on a promise, I must confess partial fault:
Farewell is a difficult thing to say; farewell to a dearly-loved place, farewell to a time of life that is all but over. I wished to leave Dorne in my own way, but set aside best sense to do so when already compromised (one who knows her body so well as I has only herself to blame when she ignores what it tells her...). I cannot regret it -- there is a certain unique joy to be found, riding out across the desert, and my soul had need of it. Do you know that freedom, or another similar? But I digress. Though I do not regret the act, I am penitent for certain of the repercussions, including the delay in coming to you.
My dreams were of such heat, a fire -- fever-dreams are often thus. But there was also the sweetness of rain. And you were in my dreams once, I am sure of it (though I remember no details but your smile, soft, and the breeze).
Wait for me, Rhaegar. I will be with you soon.
Your Elia