Letter to Rose

It’s with unbearable honesty and heartfelt regret that you are reading this today, my flower. I am unable to come back from war, even though I fought against the will of the dark powers. I have sought most closely and diligently, and often in my breast, for a wrong motive in this hazarding the happiness of those I loved, and I could not find one. A pure love of Costania, and of the principles I have often advocated before the people, and “the name of honor, that I love more than I fear death,” have called upon me, and I have obeyed.
Flower my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Costania and those who are family comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly on with all these chains to the battlefield. The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to the Goddess and to you that I have enjoyed them so long.
If I do not return it will not be of my own will but shackles of the mightiest gods that have kept my will from allowing my return, my dear flower, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name… I hope if I pass it’ll be a quick resurrection and I may join you at the alter again, for I’ll eagerly wait at the gates. Shall thy Valkyr find me unfit, to return I’ll shall await you here, but do not rush to see me for I’ll always be with you no mater where you go. It will be me, unseen around those that I loved. Near you in the garnish day, and the blackest darkest of the night amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours, always always if the soft wind caresses your skin it shall be my breathe from beyond the grave. I shall cool your throbbing temples, and knit your wounds with my love. Remember my dearest flower to fight your monster, mind your fangs and always strive to be better then you are today, I know you can do it. I’m sorry I could not wrap you in my arms like a blanket, warming your skin on a cold winter day where your breathe hangs in the air amongst the mist and marry you.
Do not mourn my loss, for it is only temporary.
With heart felt regret and the deepest love. Forever yours, Casey

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