(( This letter is tucked between pages of Lisbeths diary it is written with manly un orderly writing, and accompanied with few pages of documents))
Lisbeth dear, my wife,
I am not a man that writes letters, or love letters, to be true. But please see this as love letter, as I cant write in any other way then this.
The privilege was to meet you, to know you, even though i forced you into this, and in a way I do hate what I did, but on other way, how else I could get a chance to know you? How else you would show me the truth?
I will tell you all. So there is no secrets between us, since we are formally now man and a wife, none should exist.
What a sad wedding that was, your eyes were well of tears. How can man stand cold to that?
Our fathers, our vicious fathers, they ruined us. But I was weak before to succumb to my fathers will. But not anymore. And you should also. It is not your burden to save the farm, it is not your fault your father gambled the earnings. Why should you pay for it? With your happiness and life. I dont want to be your torturer, the chain.
You told me I should be brave, do what I wish. You were so kind to encourage me even i am your enslaver. I wanted to see the world, find other opportunities, so I will. In the letter are all legal documents of your fathers lands, and they are now on your name.
That is my gift to you. If you had to pay with your happines for them, you should own them, because I am leaving Bree. You understand why, the shadow of my father is too strong to let us alone, so i will travel, seek new villages, perhaps go over the great mountains where from that foreigners come.
Maybe, maybe I will return one day.
But I don't expect you to wait for me, Miss Harrow-Thornley.
I hope you wont wait for me, I don't deserve to be man that someone will wait at the home.
Please accept my gift, the lands and ten gold coins for your pain that you were pulled in this ( that is almost all money i have saved on my own). Thank you for spending this week as a wife to me, you honored the deal of our fathers to the end. But I will not let this go any further.
If I knew love, I would say
I love you Lisbeth.
Yours,
Northom Thornley
