Wildcat,
Tonight, Asinia and Demos had a vicious argument. I was away from camp when it happened, and when I returned, the air was thick with tension.
Neither of them would look at each other, and since they also weren’t speaking, they’d devolved to using Rythos as their go-between.
Despite my irritation, I couldn’t help but imagine you here with us. A single look from you, and I would have known exactly what you were thinking. Likely, you would have been suppressing a smile.
Two of your favorite people arguing, and you would have been pleased. Not because you enjoy conflict between the people you love. But because you know first-hand just how antagonistic fury can evolve into something more. Something that burrows deep into your chest and refuses to leave, until thoughts of the person you claim to loathe consume you.
It was like that for us, wasn’t it? I never loathed you, though I can’t say the feeling was mutual. To me, you were an inconvenience. A sheltered village girl who would have been easy to overlook if not for the fury in your beautiful eyes.
That night at Regner’s castle, when I saw you at dinner and realized you hadn’t boarded that ship…when it truly sunk in that you were so close to my greatest enemy–a man who delights in killing your people–it took everything in me not to haul you over my shoulder and carry you away to safety myself.
And yet, even then, I told myself to focus solely on finding the amulet. Now, I can see every move I made was with you in mind. The moment I made that blood vow with you–the moment I didn’t force you to reveal the amulet’s location…That should have been the moment I recognized you as everything I’d never let myself admit I wanted.
We haven’t had enough time. The moment the ground disappeared beneath your feet in that cave, I realized I would give anything for one more hour, one more minute, one more second with you. I could spend an eternity looking into your eyes, hearing you laugh, watching you fight for what is right. And even an eternity wouldn’t be enough time for us.
Marth has just returned from his scouting. He’s heard rumors of another regiment within a few hours’ ride. Perhaps these generals will have the answers I need.
Soon, Prisca. I’ll see you soon.
Lorian