«My apologies for the lack of communication. It has been... an interesting handful of months.
My best wishes, Your Eminence.»
🦅 - with a bottle of Champagne attached to the message.
[Yes, I'm still alive. Life just decided to kick me a bit.]
The corner of the Dark Lord's mouth rose slightly at the note, his gaze shifting to the label on the bottle. Champagne was not high on his list of alcoholic beverages, but this was one of his favorites. How did she - ah, he did not know.
It had been a while. It was good to know she was well - or at least well enough to send a communication and a gift. He set the bottle up on a shelf. He had the urge to save it for when they could share it. He was interested in hearing about her...absence.




















