From Distant Shores: A Father's Hope

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FROM DISTANT SHORES

20th of the Amber Cold, 1944

In the quiet sanctuary of his study, where the soft flicker of candlelight danced across the walls, casting a warm and gentle glow, Jacques Henri Rouselle, a man of seasoned countenance and wisdom, sat at his meticulously arranged desk. The polished wood bore marks of time, each scratch and blemish a history of years spent pondering the complexities of his trade.

 

In hushed ambiance, the quill gripped between his withering fingers glided carefully across parchment, the ink tracing an eloquent tapestry of words. His face was a portrait of thoughtful concentration; every stroke of his quill imbued with sentiment, each dip into the ink accompanied by a moment of silent prayer. With the scent of beeswax lingering in the air, Jacques folded the missive with a practised hand and pressed forth his seal into the parchment. 

 

Thus, under the dawning sky, did his child venture beyond the horizon, with a letter ready for its intended recipient. With the salt-dusted breeze tangling her hair, she stepped aboard the merchant ship that would carry her across the waters toward Aevos. Nathalie paid no mind to the fluttering of canvas and the distant gulls’ cries, for her mind rushed with thoughts of what was to come from this new realm.

 

 

Spoiler

To Her Ladyship, Saskia Van Aert

 

I hope this letter and its bearer find you in good health. I write to you, not only as a partner in trade and humble merchant, but also as a father whose aspirations for his daughter have been stirred by the winds of opportunity and growth. 

 

Through many years of fruitful trade and sincere friendship, I have borne witness to the boundless wisdom that embodies you and your household. It is thus with great hope and humble supplication that I present to you a request - a prière, if you will. 

I beseech your esteemed self to consider allowing my beloved fille, Nathalie Emeline Rouselle, the privilege of serving as your attending lady, to immerse herself into your noble culture, society and practices. I understand the weight of such a requête and assure you that Nathalie would approach this opportunity with utmost respect and dedication.

 

Your grace, I have come to know your unwavering dedication to principles of honour, refinement and bienveillance. I am certain that under your tutelage and guidance, Nathalie will not only learn the ways of your society but she shall also bloom into a paragon of grace and wisdom.

 

I await your wise counsel and pray that God may favour this prospect.

 

Signed,

Monsieur Jacques Henri Rouselle

Merchant of Aeldin

 

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Spoiler

A letter was returned to Monsieur Jacques.

 

Monsieur Rouselle,

 

I am pleased to acknowledge the receipt of your letter. It is with great satisfaction that I inform you of the arrival of your recent wine shipment, an indulgence I savored in its entirety.

 

Regarding the proposition of accepting your daughter as a ward, we extend our enthusiastic consent. You, Monsieur Rouselle, have long been our most esteemed ally in both times of conflict and tranquility. While I cannot presume to guarantee that she will embrace the untamed expanses, the vast agricultural domains, and the rugged cliffs of our territory, I can assure you that she will experience a life of comfort and privilege within the walls of our ancestral castle.

 

In addition to providing her with the finest education and guidance, we shall appoint her as an apprentice to the court, where she shall receive thorough training to serve as an advisor to me. Her insights and perspectives shall be valued as we navigate the intricacies of governance and diplomacy.

 

Furthermore, we have embarked on an ambitious infrastructure project aimed at enhancing the prosperity of our domains. Your daughter shall have the opportunity to oversee and contribute to this endeavor, fostering her development as a responsible and capable leader.

 

May Aurelius bestow eternal blessings upon you,

Saskia van Aert