Twelfth Missive

[uxoriousemperor]

I...I find myself at a loss for words

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[bladed_siberian]

I'm sorry it turned out that way for you.

[revengeisalie]

So that's how far this place goes in thwarting time? I'm sorry for your loss.

That's unusual.

[uxoriousemperor]

Apparently so. It is most unfortunate.

Thank you for your kind words, Miss Asano.

[revengeisalie]

Maybe - maybe it was just this time? Because it was an out-of-order event? Most people I know of who went home went back to the point they came from...

[uxoriousemperor]

Ah. I believe we have a misunderstanding. It was not I who went home, but my wife. She apparently did return to the point at which she left. She remained at home for nearly twenty years, even though only a few days had passed here. It was she who informed me of our son's death.

It did not occur to me to ask if I was present at the funeral. I wonder if I will indeed be there, or if my presence in the City will prevent me. Is such a thing possible? Can the City prevent us from living out our lives as originally intended?

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[reginagloriae]

I'm sorry for your future loss.

Cursed, I presume?

[uxoriousemperor]

Thank you for your kind words.

Yep. She's a Kirin/Unicorn

[reginagloriae]

At least think, wherever that was true or lie, that you have decades to come with your son. Cherish that time together.

Is her voice still distinct?

[uxoriousemperor]

I will have two decades with my son. Knowing that there is such a finite period of time in which he will be part of my life is not exactly a comforting thought. He is my heir as well as my son. He was to have inherited the empire upon my death.

And now I see how Ferdinand would have arrived at that position instead.