Dear Jen...

My Dearest Jen,

Words cannot express my gratitude. I came to you in the darkest hour of night a year ago and abducted your dreams. I told you my story, and every day for a year you slaved so diligently at your desk, recording my words, my memories, engraving my life onto every page. Even though you wanted to make me the central part of the story, you respected my decision to stay in the background, and for that I am grateful.

I know you worry about me. At work, in your day dreams, while you sleep. Constantly worried. You fear I am angry with you. I am not. You have done nothing but written exactly what I told you to write. I am distant because, reading the story again, wounds I thought had healed long ago have since been re-opened.

Taking a residence in your mind and body, I watch you always. I’ve seen, with pride, how you’ve grown. You do not need me to guild you through book two. I am fully confident in your abilities. Take care of Jesu for me, and of the girl, Jenna.

Sincerely yours,

Prince Jalmari ta Korento

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Dear Jalmari,

Why does it sound like you’re leaving me? You’re not leaving me, right?!?! *Hyperventilates*.

J.D.

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