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My Dearest Sarlyana,

It’s always raining in the Rift this time of year, but the colors of the trees make up for it.  They’re not enough to appease my longing for home and all I’ve left behind, however.  I would give anything to walk through the gardens of the Blue Palace with you again and I will.  Soon.  But duty and honor always come first as they must.  I do this for the future of the Dominion and ours as well, because I have to.  But you are always in my thoughts and I count the days until I see you again.

Riften is an ugly place.  Have you ever been here?  I hope not, as I hope you’ll never have reason to come here.  It’s dirty and dangerous, rife with undesirables.  I’ll have to tell you about the undesirables I’ve met.

It feels like years since I’ve been gone, years before we can put this behind us.  There are days I feel like this will never end.  I have so much to tell you, but of course, like everything else, it will have to wait.  I grow weary of waiting and find myself imagining more and more what seeing you again will be like.  Will it be the same or will we have grown apart?  Will you have changed your mind about our upcoming union or has someone else stolen your heart in my absence?  Perhaps my brother.  (I’m not actually serious about that last sentence.  You are laughing, right?)  These are just some of the things I think about in the darkest hours of the night.  I also wonder about our families and how they are.  I hope Arancey is well, and your mother and father also.  Elaninde, too, of course.  I need not worry about Dhuanare.  I miss you all and promise to be home as soon as I can.  In the meantime, I can’t tell you where I’ll be next or when, but I’ll write again when we leave Riften and let you know what I can.

Though my feet may carry me away from you, my heart remains ever in your hands,

Emaarion

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