Dear Hilda,
I’m unsure whether this letter may come as a surprise to you. Normally, I try to maintain an air of stoicism that people expect me to have. I used to find it easy to do, I would just create a small but significant distance between myself and my companions around me. But now, I can’t help but get more involved; to let my emotions take hold of me and enjoy in the passion of those around me. I don’t know when it happened. I had traced it all the way back from my journey through Ala Mhigo and the Far East, and it must have began with you.
I had planned to write an emotional plea for your hand, and truth be told this is not even close to my first draft of this letter. I had originally written such things as “You shot through my heart with that gun of yours,” but decided heavily against it. As much as you might be flattered by the thought, I know you would rather me be straightforward with my thoughts. So simply, our time together forming in Ishgard were some of the most precious in my life.
And I know you have your hands quite full with the House of Commons and the Hounds. This letter is such short notice that I expect nothing. But, if you’re willing, next year’s Valentione’s Day, let us join the festivities together. Nothing would make me happier than that.
From,
Extreme