Hi guys. It's a K/N. Read and enjoy.


Dear Neal,

I can't stay. Papa has sent me to the convent – he says Grandmama has ordered it. I don't want to go...

Kel

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Dear Neal,

I am at the convent now. I don't like it here... the Daughters aren't cruel, but that's nothing to stop the girls.

Kel

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Dear Neal,

I met your sister today... she seems nice. Reminds me of you. How is everyone?

Kel

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Dear Neal,

I've passed my first year as a lady. The Daughters are pleased with me... if I'm lucky, I can go home for the summer.

Kel

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Dear Neal,

Congratulations! You're now a squire... who will be your knight-master? Do tell.

Kel

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Dear Neal,

I'm not mad... how could you think that?

Kel

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Dear Neal,

I've been at the convent for five years now... the Daughters say that I am ready to make a return to Court. See you there!

Kel

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Dear Neal,

I made my formal debut last night... wish you were there to see it.

Kel

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Dear Neal,

I forgive you.

Kel

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Dear Neal,

Papa says I have to marry soon... and be engaged before my eighteenth birthday. What do I do?

Kel

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Dear Neal,

Marry you? I... don't know what to say to that. What about Yuki?

Kel

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Dear Neal,

You sneaky bastard. Going to my father like that... of course I'll marry you!

Kel

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Dear Neal,

The wedding is so soon! Come home safe!

Kel

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Dear Neal,

Our wedding night was amazing... but I don't understand – why did you leave in such a hurry this morning?

Kel

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Dear Neal,

Queenscove is beautiful... please come home...

Kel

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Dear Neal,

It seems I am with child. What shall we call it? I hope it's a boy...

Kel

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Dear Neal,

I miss you...

Kel

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Dear Neal,

The baby's due in three months... will you be there? Please?

Kel

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Dear Neal,

I love you. And I will wait for you when your time comes. Take care of our son. Let him know that I will always be watching over him. Goodbye...

Kel

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To Sir Nealan of Queenscove,

It is my sad duty to inform you that your wife, Lady Keladry of Queenscove passed away a week after giving birth. Her funeral is being arranged as I write, and it is to be held in the following week. Gods bless her passing.

Caspian Williams, Steward of Queenscove

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Grown knights shouldn't cry... so why did this one? The tears streamed down his face as he held the two letters crumpled in his hands, one from the steward and the other being the last ever written by his wife. Tormented by thoughts of her, he held himself as he rocked back and forth against the door where he had slumped after reading them both.

She was gone... and there was nothing he could do to bring her back. Consumed in his grief and regrets, he did not notice as a pale glow filled the room, bringing warmth to the man. A faint whisper seemed to echo around the room, finally capturing his attention:

"Don't turn away from our son... I love you, Neal."


Ok, I know it's angsty. I felt like it. Did you find it a good read? Do tell. Review!