Beloved Haurchefant,

Each sun passes quicker than passage to Camp Dragonhead.
Mine heart set ablaze against the frigid air, dreaming of you.
No number of residents singing my praises sends me aflutter like your intense gaze.
Your declaration of support, sung from a trial's confine.

In a frigid wasteland, that fills dread with each dead; the aether around you brings blossoms in my gaze, fostering life in a body seeking an end from darkness.
Your words, my obsession. Your lips, my need.
Yearning to feel sincerity sent from your tempting mouth; praises of my conquest over you.

Half a dozen knights barely keeping you from catching me. Ah, how I wished to know if you would have embraced this vessel upon reaching my destination.
That strength, enough to shield, enough to hold me against you.
The warmth from your hand growing cold as the Coerthan breeze, turning this blazed heart to Diamond Dust.
Please, don't leave me. I have become those I slay.

Grief engulfed by passion (forgive my teary transgression), creating a primal: A retainer peddling wares with your face.
He is not you, however my desire indulges what I am denied.
On days when I am nostalgic, I pray to a shrine of you, going on a pilgrimage near the edge overlooking Ishgard.
Temporarily wearing the soul of a Paladin and donning the Fortemp Crest; the first sight noticed is your shield, welcoming with somber grace.
I beg you to not call me "friend", instead say "lover".
Nay, call me "wife".
An eternal bond I wish was true.
In this silence never to break, I ask you, a smile gracing the line on my lips (honoring your wish):
"Husband dearest, would you care to be my Valentione?"
Eternally Yours,
Mari Aguirre


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Mari Aguirre
Adamantoise
Noble Barding