Letters of love

Previously

…She did not confess a grand, sweeping passion. Her heart was still awakening, still learning its own new language. But she wrote of gratitude, of a profound and growing appreciation, and of a burgeoning curiosity, a desire to know the man behind the beautiful words. She sealed the letter with a simple wax seal, her heart filled with a quiet hope, a hope that felt as real and tangible as the moonlight bathing her room. She would find a way to send it, a way that would ensure it reached him, not as a plea, but as a gentle echo of his own heartfelt confession. The dance had begun, and Elara Meadowlight, for the first time, felt the music within her soul.