The letter arrives with the morning light.It rests on a silver tray beside a pot of tea, the royal seal pressed in deep blue wax. Lira notices it first as she steps onto the balcony, a blanket wrapped loosely around her shoulders.Rylan stands by the railing, sleeves rolled to his forearms, staring out over the gardens where lanterns from the previous night’s anniversary celebration still sway lazily.“You let it sit there,” she says softly.“I was waiting for you, babe.”She picks it up, turning it over in her hands. “He still writes like he is sending commands for war.”“He was never good at anything else, you know.”She breaks the seal.The parchment inside bears Charles’s steady handwriting.She clears her throat dramatically and deepens her voice.My son and daughter,Five years feels both brief and vast. The countryside has given me quiet, though not silence. River has taken to his studies with more discipline than I expected. I believe distance has done him good. It has done m
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