My dearest Santatar,
Oh, goodness, do I love the name!
Thank you for the present, my Splendid One! It was most unexpected and brings me such great comfort in these bleak days of winter, when I find I truly ask for nothing better to do than to stroke its fur and listen to it purr in my lap. It is a wonderous beast, as you described it in the note: proud in its strut, endearing in its mischievousness, and most intelligent, for it has already learnt exactly which visitors are welcome and which require to be dealt with at the gate, in proportion to their peculiar degree of insolence. We wouldn’t want to be too harsh, now, would we?
I know you have been terribly busy, what with this festive new endeavour of yours, but could you not find the time to bless me with your company? I have a present for you, too. It’s made of lace and gemstones, and it would be so unbearably sweet to see it on you… And then off you, of course.
Won’t you be a darling, this year, and let me whisper to you about all the ways in which my heart has missed you?
All the best from your ever… fateful
Míriel.
P.S.: It’s always gone without saying, but I know it’s been on your mind, so let me reassure you: I forgive you.
İ am infinitely glad you appreciated my humble gift. Giving gifts might be my speciality, but knowing İ’ve managed to please you just has a distinct brand of satisfaction to it.
To be fair, İ had already considered you as a victor on the eve of the last big event. The only thought that stopped me and made me leave just a note instead of staying to present my gift in person was the one that went to all the deliveries that would have cut my stay shorter than İ would have liked (or than you deserve, really).
My original plan therefore was to make the last delivery of the last day a second gift to you, so that there could be nothing rushing us, and to hell with the appointed winner… and then you single-handedly defeated any potential candidate, thus claiming the final first spot without any need for cheating! As expected from the Jewel Queen 👁 İ genuinely can’t wait to see that present you spoke of with my own Eye, too…
Tonight, the last deliveries of the season will be mostly done by the wraiths. And by mostly İ mean, all but one. Wait for me, my Queen. If you’ll still have me, it will be this humble Dark lord’s honour to be your gift tonight.
P.S.: …alas, İ am well aware. Kindness isn’t for everyone; however, it has always suited you best.
P.P.S: İ miss you too, precious one.