Jan 31, 2023
Ma lath,
I miss you, I want you, I’m going mad without you. For all the ills of this world, of which there are many, you remain a constant star to remind me that not all is lost.
Enclosed is a flower that fills the hedgerows and forests here in the Marches. I hope it arrives safely. I never see them grow so abundantly in the south, and I wish you were here in person so I could tuck the blooms into your armour like I usually do.
I remain the faithful heart of your beloved, ma sal shiral. Ever yours. Ever mine. Ever ours.
Your Tomlen
