Ser Aymeric,

The first time we met, I knew I was smitten. The way your voice warmed my soul when I was in somewhat of a dark place, the smiles that melted my heart, the way you carried yourself. When we shared dinner, I felt the connection, that this could grow and be something more. We were interrupted, and would always continue to be. Perhaps fate didn't match us as two hearts beating as one, but how I long for it. Ishgard became a home, regardless of the cold and bitter chills. The people were no warmer to a Miqo'te, but home it became if only to stay near you. When we parted as the world saving went on, I feared I might never hear your voice again. I wept bitterly as I rode away, as destiny carried me forward and yours kept you stationary. But it was not our end. In my hour of need, you came, armies ready to fight by my side. My heart leapt once more, and I was filled with determination to finish what I had started. Someday, I hope to finish that dinner, to share more stories of our lives and to continue to weave them as one.

Yours always, Mab Nimue

(Character is Mab Nimue, Maetus, and the prize is that beautiful Noble Barding! Thank you!)