It might be a few days before a reply comes, but she will find it, wound about the stem of a white chrysanthemum and tucked between her door and the doorpost, just above the latch.
My lady Phedre,
There was a hint of autumn's gentle chill in the air this morning and some of the trees have started to show a hint of red and gold against the green of their foliage.
I shall give all respect due to your need for solitude and distance from me: no doubt you have little desire to look on the face of one who wronged you as I have.
The night after I received your missive was the night of the full moon: I spent the evening on the porch, watching it rise behind the trees, its light silvering the waters of the pond. It was a sight that I wished I could have shared with you, but perhaps some night, when I have made my atonement, we shall share a similar view.
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Somehow her expectations were different.
How can anyone compete with an absentee?
The words come, though, slowly.
My lord,
I cannot say that I am not upset by your treatment, for that would be a lie, and the greatest hypocrisy.
I do not know of yet where I stand. In truth, I need to be alone for a time.
Pray not resent me for it, for I have accepted your apology,
Best regards,
P.
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My lady Phedre,
There was a hint of autumn's gentle chill in the air this morning and some of the trees have started to show a hint of red and gold against the green of their foliage.
I shall give all respect due to your need for solitude and distance from me: no doubt you have little desire to look on the face of one who wronged you as I have.
The night after I received your missive was the night of the full moon: I spent the evening on the porch, watching it rise behind the trees, its light silvering the waters of the pond. It was a sight that I wished I could have shared with you, but perhaps some night, when I have made my atonement, we shall share a similar view.
K.
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