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The distinct sound of wheels on cobblestone would have once
put the current passenger of the carriage to sleep, but not today. Gloved hands
held a piece of paper, slender fingers tracing the finely written lines, the
script as perfect as the author himself in the boy's eyes.

"Who was she?" bowed lips murmured, blue eyes sad and curious, nearly hidden by
a fringe of dark hair. Balfour had been recruited not a month after his
brother's death, the Chief Sergeant himself coming to tell him the news. If it
hadn't been for the letter he had found in his brother's things a week before
Adamo came, he probably wouldn't have accepted the job so easily, but this
letter…this letter…

My eternal beloved, it began,
immediately piquing the boy's curiosity. His brother, as far as Balfour had
known, hadn't had a beloved anywhere, having been too cold and distant to even
want a woman.

My eternal beloved,
It has been so long since I have last seen your
beauty in aught but a dream. My heart does yearn for your comfort, but I have
no way to seek it. So close, yet so far apart, we are trapped on opposite sides
of a wall of impenetrable dragon metal, yet in the same place. Funny, the
limits our dear city places upon us because of our social class; I an airman, you a lady of high standing. My father would
approve, naturally, but as long as I work for the Dragon Corps, you will be out
of my reach, a star beyond my grasp.
Until our next fortuitous meeting,

Yours always,

Amery.

The words echoed in the boy's soul as he read them once again, his mind working
overtime. Who had been his dear brother's 'eternal beloved'? Who was this lucky
girl who had stolen Amery's carefully guarded heart? He was determined to find
out, and that was the only reason he had even agreed to be an airman, not his
father's insistence or wanting to fill his brother's shoes, which were the
common assumptions already.

As far as Balfour had discovered, this was a love letter to nobody, the woman
long gone or a figment of his brother's imagination. Most likely the former,
considering Amery wasn't prone to the latter. At least being
in Thremedon meant that he could investigate further
without his father wondering about it. There had to be a reason that he
didn't know about this woman.

Description
The distinct sound of wheels on cobblestone would have once
put the current passenger of the carriage to sleep, but not today. Gloved hands
held a piece of paper, slender fingers tracing the finely written lines, the
script as perfect as the author himself in the boy's eyes.

"Who was she?" bowed lips murmured, blue eyes sad and curious, nearly hidden by
a fringe of dark hair. Balfour had been recruited not a month after his
brother's death, the Chief Sergeant himself coming to tell him the news. If it
hadn't been for the letter he had found in his brother's things a week before
Adamo came, he probably wouldn't have accepted the job so easily, but this
letter…this letter…

My eternal beloved, it began,
immediately piquing the boy's curiosity. His brother, as far as Balfour had
known, hadn't had a beloved anywhere, having been too cold and distant to even
want a woman.

My eternal beloved,
It has been so long since I have last seen your
beauty in aught but a dream. My heart does yearn for your comfort, but I have
no way to seek it. So close, yet so far apart, we are trapped on opposite sides
of a wall of impenetrable dragon metal, yet in the same place. Funny, the
limits our dear city places upon us because of our social class; I an airman, you a lady of high standing. My father would
approve, naturally, but as long as I work for the Dragon Corps, you will be out
of my reach, a star beyond my grasp.
Until our next fortuitous meeting,

Yours always,

Amery.

The words echoed in the boy's soul as he read them once again, his mind working
overtime. Who had been his dear brother's 'eternal beloved'? Who was this lucky
girl who had stolen Amery's carefully guarded heart? He was determined to find
out, and that was the only reason he had even agreed to be an airman, not his
father's insistence or wanting to fill his brother's shoes, which were the
common assumptions already.

As far as Balfour had discovered, this was a love letter to nobody, the woman
long gone or a figment of his brother's imagination. Most likely the former,
considering Amery wasn't prone to the latter. At least being
in Thremedon meant that he could investigate further
without his father wondering about it. There had to be a reason that he
didn't know about this woman.