Late Letters/Quick Notes
One each for Gabe, Sarah and Scraps
January 26th
Dear Gabe,
Sorry for the lateness of my letter. I’ve spent the majority of my (few) hours not training either nursing some bruises or attempting to get all the mud off my skin and out of my hair. I am half tempted to just slice it all off at my shoulders. Of course Jeb would hate that.
Explaining to my parents that I was leaving was easier than I had expected it to be. Explaining that I am marrying Jeb was… Father seemed to have expected it, DG and Cain already knew. But Mother just choked on her water as if I had announced that I was planning on becoming a harlot in the Sin District of Central City. No, I take that particular comparison back. I believe that she would have been less surprised by an announcement like that.
Of course, for any who believe the tripe that the munchkins spew in Behind the Magic, it would not be a far fall. Because according to them I am working my way through the male population of the Palace, yourself included.
All day here I hear about Ix’s war with Ev, as well as their general disgust over the male species. Needless to say, I do not announce that my best friend is not only a male, but also one from Ev. It is amazing that somehow you turned out viewing women as equals rather than believing the same as the majority of Ev males seem to. That we are merely here for men’s pleasure and to produce offspring.
I miss you and our chats, and hope you are doing well. Feel up to sharing a pot of tea with me when I get back?
Love,
Az
Dear Sarah,
I’m sorry it took so long to get this letter out. It already feels as if I have been here forever and no time at all, which if that isn’t a confusing a statement, I do not know what is. Logically I know I left the Palace not even two days ago, but mentally it feels as if I have been separated from you all for far longer.
I am quite grateful for Ava and Marion’s presence with me, there are moments where the gap in the pure mindset of myself and the women here is just to broad to gap. Other times I feel as if I fit in, but those moments are immediately dispelled when one of the women training with me begins speaking about the war in Ev and the ‘useless, primitive male species.’
I must say, it is odd to realize that no one is watching me and expecting me to suddenly snap and steal someone’s soul. Freeing, but odd. Not quite as odd, and definitely nowhere near unsettling to wake in the middle of the night and find that not only is Jeb not with me, but that he is in another Queendom entirely.
The dinner the night before I left with my parents, and the rest of my family nearly devolved into an argument (as they seem to whenever Mother and I attempt to speak to each other). Mostly over my involvement with Jeb, I could almost see my mother consider banishing him from the Palace. If that were to happen, however, I would follow in a heartbeat. It’s not as if I have any material possessions that I care about besides Gabe’s necklace.
It is surprising how attached I have become to people in the Palace (except the maids), outside my blood family. That is something I am not used to, having anyone to leave behind. You could have knocked me over with a sudden gust of wind when I received a letter from Cain early this morning, you truly could have. Not that that would have been a change according to Kopila, one of the women who volunteered to be my trainer, according to her I ‘have absolutely no idea how to properly ready for a fight.’
I should probably let you get back to whatever paperwork has been foisted off on you.
Az
Dear Scraps,
How are you? Resolved any more of your confusion over the…what did you call it? Chemical interactions of the brain concerning possible physical attraction?
Caused any hilarious chaos?
Always,
Az