Pardonne-moi for any reticence present in this letter. It may come as a stark contrast to my adamant honesty whenever we are truly belonging to one another in privacy and cradle; it is hard to focus when I know that if I look over-shoulder thou shalt be peacefully asleep. Contextually, it is a daunting challenge to not simply refrain me from paper and quill, and veil you before the morn comes.
Factually, it is already all-too-difficult not to steadily knead and nuzzle thy gift; this scarf of fabrics and scales echoes every heartfelt embrace of ours; a presence which increases my awareness of our matrimonial condition, and all the memories kist upon my body.
I hope that these oneiric stimuli are mutual, given my thorough doting.
Perhaps I am just wistful of thy praise.
Will thou giveth copiously to me we reunite?
I shall await you, forevermore, expectantly.
Mit süßer Liebe.
A letter penned with an elegant calligraphy drest in azure, trusted to a fragrant, peach-coloured paper that was once enveloped, and sealed with scarlet wax, vivid as the kist-signature that concluded the missive.
Besides the parchment, laden upon a silken handkerchief, were the Archduchess's idiosyncratic eyeglasses; silvern frames surrounding delicate lenses, which shone and gleant even in dim. Looking through the glass, which way or another, revealed thus myriad motes of light swarming thereabout, trickling infinitesimally; dust spreading everywhere the eye could see.
It dissipated within moments, gently uncurtaining a new reality beyond the immediate bed chambers.
Once a stark battlefield; theatre for the conclusion of a millennia-long conflict, of muddy terrain and stormy skies.
Now, glittering grass covered the immense expanse; fields perpetuated by the blossoming of fragrance-laced roses with luminant petals, its roots, ivy, and thorns growing fastidiously, utilising the monumental arsenal scattered about as mezzanines to grow further and reach the starlight-clad skies.
Scarlet-drest, the Archduchess stood vigilantly betwixt the sea of roses; contemplating such a precious paramour before beckoning, with auspiciously stretched-out arms, an urge for proximity in an embrace, consumed with cat-like-thread.
Those delicate arms acknowledging domain over the Empress's body to waltz in that tangle to topple over the flowers, nevermind mud nor thorns.
The Empress's body veiled by the Archduchess's, whose sharp gaze intently hoarded the half-dragon; intention and whim compensating the deficit of air.
Calloused hands seized by a smooth grip that thus lead each to be thoroughly kist, melting away any physical barriers what-so-ever, and marking in rose every pore that seeped warmth from it. Closed eyes complemented a sated, complacent smile framed by kiss-clad hands for aeon-like seconds.
Delicate hands now sought the Empress's maxilla. Touch regarding the form of each of her ears, and then the lush of her cheeks; the gentleness of each bodily manoeuvre sought to subtly alleviate a delightful difference in height by beckoning their foreheads together.
Hands latticed, they were guided to feel a rhythm; the many layers between palm and heart seemingly disappearing.
Motions preceding a suave angle, and a kiss effected like a hearty drink of bourbon.
Thus, the Archduchess began palming kittenishly-like, committing every detail of presence to tactile memory.
A mysterious strength adroitly applied, demanding complete focus on the moment.
“Ich liebe dich, meine Drachenkönigin."
Mellifluously spoken possession, contrasting the suggestive drake-shaped amulet donning the Archduchess's neck.
Fingertips sought to subtract the eyeglasses from the Empress's possessions; back to its rightful owner's use.
"Come back to me soon," punctuated finality to the ensorcelt-dream; dispelt by an elegant parting smile, and a longing, intent gaze intensifying to whom such an interest fixated.
Within the blink of an eye, the Empress awoke, holding with kiss-marked hands the parchment of a particularly addrest letter claiming many reservations.
Breath completely taken, echoing with a sweet, seemingly alcoholic taste.
And, within her heart, a gentle swell of saudades.