valentine from cullen ā
[The letter is tucked between the day's reports.]
I've been smiling all day for my luck: there is a holiday thatĀ obligates me write an indulgent letter to you. I'm unsure if you celebrate it, or if for you it falls on another day of the year? Heart's Day is a Fereldan custom; I have never felt endeared to it. This year I find myself feeling differently.
Customarily, I am to express my affection.
I know that when you take a moment for yourself you find your accomplishments lacking. In truth, your accomplishments cannot be measured. And as you are made to give so much; you could have forgotten yourself. It would be understandable. I promise that there has been no such oversight. Though I cannot spend today with you, I'd like for you to be reminded most of all that nothing could diminish your brilliance, and nothing but your own choices has cultivated it.
And for my half... If you do not know exactly how you make me feel, I must have failed somewhere. I love you. If we never fought another day, if you moved the Inquisition across Thedas, if we retired to a cottage far from rifts and demons and never spoke of the Inquisition again... Whatever comes next, I will remain as I am; a confidence I'd never been familiar with before all this. Thank you for being patient with an impatient man.
We have been too busy lately to have even a moment alone together. But, as it is a holiday... Should you not be occupied tonight, would you join me in my quarters? Else I will inevitably come to yours and distract you. (Or tomorrow, if you'd prefer.)