Chapter 701: Two Letters

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Chapter 701: Two Letters

Two Letters

Walking home, Martel felt worn out. His visit to the Lyceum had taken an emotional toll; far more than he had expected. There was a final conversation he needed to have before tomorrow’s event, though with someone absent, meaning a letter would have to do. He could wait until tomorrow morning, probably, but it would feel rushed to do it before the Senate assembled, and today seemed a day for conversations of this nature. Thus, once Martel reached his quarters, he sat down at the desk made available to him and dipped his quill in ink.

Dear mum,

I’m sorry it has been so long since you heard from me. Probably a year or longer. I would have written if I could, but no letter from me would have reached you in all this time. It would simply have reminded my enemies of your existence and informed them of your residence. Me not writing is no guarantee that you are safe, of course. I have no idea if you have suffered for my sake and been punished for my perceived sins.

I also couldn’t write, as I couldn’t be sure how things would turn out. It seemed cruel to write you a letter claiming everything would be fine, only for you to hear the day after that my legions had been defeated in battle and my head mounted on a pike. Forgive me if that is unnecessarily gruesome. I find that hard to determine these days.

But now, I can write. There is no war that disrupts the delivery of letters. I am no longer a traitor, at least not in the eyes of the law. As of tomorrow, all my actions will be considered legal, and your son will have ascended to the highest position of authority in the land.Fiind updated novels at novelhall.com

This also means that no matter what happens, I can finally let you know I am safe. My enemies are all defeated, whether on the battlefield or at the negotiation table. Some will grumble, undoubtedly, and they might even make ill-advised plans for my demise. But I am the strongest battlemage this Empire has seen. I welcome them to try. I have incinerated hundreds upon the field. They could not defeat me with legions at their back, and they dared not wage war against me when they had twice the numbers. I do not fear those so pathetic, their only hope is to strike in secrecy.

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This task complete, he held it between his fingertips and summoned a flame. He could never send this letter or anything like this. He could never let anyone know what thoughts stirred within him. The only one who came close to knowing would be Eleanor, and he would not burden her further.

Once ash flaked from his hand to dirty the floor, Martel returned his quill to his hand.

Dear mum,

Forgive me that it has been so long since I last wrote. I know you must have been sick with worry, just as I have been worried about you and everyone else. I pray with all my heart this letter finds you all safe. I wish that I could come and see you, but matters in Morcaster detain me. At least we have peace now, which I hope you will also experience the benefits of up in Nordmark. As I can’t come to you, I’ve sent a detachment of soldiers under the leadership of my good friend Valerius to bring you here, if you wish. I dearly hope you can come, and I will show you all I’ve accomplished.

Love,

Martel

Once again, after the ink had dried, he prepared an envelope. Whether he would have to send this letter, staying in Morcaster, or be free to leave, that remained to be seen. Tomorrow would be a day of decisions.