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Tem,
Agony is too kind a word to describe these fucking dinners. I will never forgive myself for suggesting them. Knowing they are my only avenue to see you is the only reason I allow them to continue happening. That, and I like how angry your husband gets whenever I look at you. He practically cracks a tooth when I make you smile. Imagine what he’d do if I made you come.
Yours,
Leo
Tem,
There has been unrest in the village. My people are not happy. I’m being pulled in two directions-toward them and toward you. I don’t know what magic you cast at our wedding, but you are always at the forefront of my mind. Even when I’m with Evelyn. All I think of is you.
Yours,
Leo
Tem,
I was late to dinner tonight. And when I arrived, you looked like you’d just been fucked. You know how I know that? Because I’ve fucked you before, and that’s how you looked after I did it. I assume you let your brute of a husband fondle you in the foyer. I swear I could almost hear you moaning for him. I rubbed my cock raw all night thinking of you moaning for me.
Somehow, despite my better judgment, still yours,
Leo
Tem,
The villagers are angry. Evelyn announced our wedding, and it did not go over well. You warned me, and I didn’t listen. I thought they would accept her, but they haven’t. She’s even more convinced that we must bring back the bloodletting now. She thinks it will turn their opinions in her favor. She is probably right.
Yours,
Leo
Tem,
I swear Evelyn doesn’t know what she’s saying. She’s just…complicated. Not unlike you. But that’s where the comparison stops. She’s nothing like you. She’s not even close. I will not let her do this. I promise.
Yours,
Leo
Tem,
Are you ever going to read these letters? What is the point of me addressing them to you if I’m only writing them for myself? What happens if Evelyn finds them? Sometimes I hope she will.
Yours,
Leo
Tem,
It’s not enough for me. I can’t write to you and pretend it’s enough for me. I need to touch you. I need to hear you say my name. Don’t you need that too?
Yours,
Leo
Tem,
I think Evelyn is lying to me. It eats at me like a disease. You and I agreed not to lie to each other, and all Evelyn does is lie. I’m beginning to think I hate her for it. I am beginning to think I hate you too.
Yours,
Leo
Tem,
I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. I think you know that, so I’m not going to bother apologizing. You won’t read these fucking letters, so what does it matter anyway? I love you. I always will.
Yours,
Leo
Tem,
Why is it that every time we look at each other, it feels like stars colliding? What did you do on our wedding-what bond now exists between us? Your brute of a husband was the one who suggested you draw power from me that day. Does he know we’re connected like this? He can’t possibly. Because if he did-if he knew how I feel when I look at you-he’d kill me on the spot.
Yours,
Leo
Tem,
I hated every moment of that dinner. I hated the way you volunteered for the bloodletting. I hated the way Evelyn smiled when you did it. I hated the way you told me my father would be proud. I fucking do not think he would be. Nothing could be worse than making that monster of a man proud.
I miss you so badly it hurts.
Yours,
Leo
Tem,
Something is drawing me to you. I can’t stop it. I wake up every night thinking of you, and sometimes I’m halfway out the door before I remember I can’t go to you. Does your brute of a husband know how lucky he is? Does he understand the paramount privilege he enjoys being married to you? He’s the one who gets to kiss you. He’s the one who gets to fuck you. At least…in person. You cannot imagine what I’ve done to you in my dreams.
Yours,
Leo
Tem,
I swear I feel worse every day I’m not with you. It’s like I need to touch you, and if I don’t, I’ll die. Do you feel that too? Or do I yearn alone?
Yours,
Leo
Tem,
I wish you hadn’t sent me away tonight.
I would have sat with you for as long as you were down in that awful fucking dungeon. I don’t want you near my father, and I don’t want you bleeding because of me. It’s the last thing I would ever want.