[ It is a piece of parchment rolled to a small scroll. added to it is a dried flower. ]
To my kindred spirit, my graceful lady, the one with the sweet smile; to my beloved Alayne,
I write this to you in great haste. I had planned for my first letter to you to be sweeter; but the ship wished it otherwise and so I shall attempt to deliver my message and also my love.
I, like many others, have read the message of your King in the North, of the arrival of she who had caused harm to his family. I know it has caused you much distress, for how can it not when such a woman appears who has delivered harm to those you love.
I write this to you now to assure you that I shall stand by you in these troubling time, as loyal as your Lady. I may not be of your Westeros and yet you must know I love you dearly and have vowed to love you for the rest of our time here. As such, I shall remind you, Alayne la Dolce, that you are graced with a strength that others are not. It is not a strength man have with their weapons and anger, it is your sweet heart, the grace with which you carry yourself and your charm.
Such shall always attract people to you, it is the nature of your very being. As I was captured by you in our first meeting, so charmed that I would drop to my knees and place a kiss upon your hand as a knight does his lady.
For those traits you shall never face a harsh day by yourself. I send you my love and my support, my utmost loyalty and whatever comfort I can offer you. My thoughts have escaped me and fled to you since the moment I have read your King's message and even now as I write this, I think of your smile and frown at the thought that it has left your lips. Promise me that you shall let me try and restore it; it shall break my heart not to.
Your adoring friend, your tender shield, your humble devotee,
left outside her door.
To my kindred spirit, my graceful lady, the one with the sweet smile; to my beloved Alayne,
I write this to you in great haste. I had planned for my first letter to you to be sweeter; but the ship wished it otherwise and so I shall attempt to deliver my message and also my love.
I, like many others, have read the message of your King in the North, of the arrival of she who had caused harm to his family. I know it has caused you much distress, for how can it not when such a woman appears who has delivered harm to those you love.
I write this to you now to assure you that I shall stand by you in these troubling time, as loyal as your Lady. I may not be of your Westeros and yet you must know I love you dearly and have vowed to love you for the rest of our time here. As such, I shall remind you, Alayne la Dolce, that you are graced with a strength that others are not. It is not a strength man have with their weapons and anger, it is your sweet heart, the grace with which you carry yourself and your charm.
Such shall always attract people to you, it is the nature of your very being. As I was captured by you in our first meeting, so charmed that I would drop to my knees and place a kiss upon your hand as a knight does his lady.
For those traits you shall never face a harsh day by yourself. I send you my love and my support, my utmost loyalty and whatever comfort I can offer you. My thoughts have escaped me and fled to you since the moment I have read your King's message and even now as I write this, I think of your smile and frown at the thought that it has left your lips. Promise me that you shall let me try and restore it; it shall break my heart not to.
Your adoring friend, your tender shield, your humble devotee,
Lucrezia Borgia.