To you, my love,

Not a day goes by that I don’t miss you. That day at Ghimlyt Dark still haunts me while I sleep. Your side of the bed feels empty without your warmth, and I find myself missing you more and more with every day.

Do you remember that day, the day we got married? Beneath the stars on the only clear night in Ishgard. I remember it clearly, the way you held my hand, the way that you looked under the stars. There’s nothing about that day that I would change, only that I want to relive it again now that I am without you.

Raubahn has said he’d prefer me to a hundred soldiers. It’s burned into my memory. Am I nothing more than their weapon? This feeling haunts me, that I am disposable. The savior of Eorzea, the Warrior of Light, nothing more than a tool to be used.

The world while you sleep moves on. News from the frontline comes to my room in Foundation, no news of the scions or their state. Like them, you sleep soundly, unaware.

The calling has grown stronger, strong enough to have met with the one in question. Surrounded by stars I didn’t recognize, I wonder if where you are the stars are different as well. I hope you’re safe, alive and well even where I can’t protect you.

It pains me to not leave this letter for you when you wake, on your bedside table in the event you return while I am gone. It feels impersonal, like you are not even there. I sometimes sit at your bedside hoping you wake. I long to see your smile, to return to something simple. There’s no way that would happen, even if I pray it might. I’ve never quite been one for religion, but for you I’d try and try again.

I hold on to this, in hopes on the First that we can meet again. Ever of stalwart soul, I rewrite stars so that we may be brought together again.

Orion

( noble barding! )