"The Wife who waited for a War Hero."

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My dearest beloved,

If this letter somehow finds its way to your hands before you find your way back to mine, then let it serve as a reminder that I am still alive—miraculously—despite the emotional torment of being married to the kingdom’s strongest knight who happens to have the travel schedule of a migratory bird.

The war between the West, East, and South kingdoms has dragged on for months, and I swear the only thing keeping me sane is watering the garden and yelling at the neighbors’ chickens, who have absolutely no respect for flower borders.

Father says I should be proud of you—his exact words were:

“A wife of a knight must have patience, child.”

To which I responded:

“Patience is for saints. I am a Dauvrelle.”

But truthfully... I miss you. Every morning I wake up, hoping I’ll hear your ridiculously heavy armor clanking through the hallway like a metal ghost. Every night I sleep with your pillow beside me, though I must inform you it has become significantly flatter due to overuse. You owe me a new one when you return. Preferably one that doesn’t smell like horse.

Also, I tried practicing the enthusiastic greeting I plan to give you when you come home. Unfortunately, I attempted it while carrying a basket of laundry and nearly tripped over my own skirt. So, if you see me running toward you one day with tears in my eyes—please brace yourself. It may be joy, or it may be me falling again. Only the gods know.

But jokes aside, my love...

Come home.

The kingdom may need its strongest knight, but I need you more.

Your wife, who is absolutely not crying while writing this,

Elowen