My dear Ylvie Svala, it has been many moons since I have gazed into your beautiful eyes. I hope Lord Horkaarth has been treating you well. No doubt you are lavished with all you could want marrying to such a wealthy noble. Ever since I joined your father's army, life has been difficult. I was chosen to be a Snake, due to my prowess as a scout, but I would feel safer at the armory forging armor and swords for my brothers-in-arms. Whenever I am at the forge, I would stare into the furnace's flames. The flames would bring back memories of us sitting together close, my arm on your shoulders, and we would jest at each other.
I remember it was like yesterday; when we were children and I would say, "Let us live together in the White Forest, if we were not to find our own lovers". How you giggled and smiled and made sport of me by saying, "Oh Angvalk, if you weren't covered in soot and smelled of ashes and rust, I am sure you'd make a great husband." My little bird, how I wish I was back at that campfire. Do you still wear that silver ring I crudely forged for you before I was taken the Serpent Army? I still have the handkerchief you handed to me before the horses took me to the great unknown. Please write to me when the night's shadow's allow it.
Forever yours,
Angvalk Dovken
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