My husband,
Days pass so fast here, or it is just me? Soon we shall meet and see if our future is joined or not. I respect you after all that happened, after all things are never what they seem. I realize that now.
I have told you about my infatuation about that sell sword, with face and eyes for days, tongue of silver. I told you about woman that made a net of her charms around him, pulling him harder with her charms of flesh then I could, a simple scribe. You know all, more then Deorda, yet you understood me.
It is hard to be second, forgotten, and probably that feeling made me hate the woman so hard that clouded my mind, my reason. What did she have with it? Nothing? She wanted what I wanted, a most handsome man in this small village, to be endowed with his attention.
Thrush told me they parted their way, spilling some hidden truths of womans life, instead of feeling more angry I fell sudden pity. I fell to understand that she is very sad and lost person, eager to sacrifice her true love, or first one, for the second one.
I don't think I will say another rude word to her. But I am afraid that pity will make her even more angry on me. I am eager to hear your opinion upon this.
And no.. I have no infatuation left for the silver tongued stallion. He sowed what he planted. Just as any of us.
It relishes my heart to share deepest thoughts. I wish you safe road.
Lisbeth
