Dead Lydia Martin (ascreamingbeauty) ,
Dearest Princess,
 How many more times will you call me to your room at night? How many more times will my hands trace over your soft skin, and how many instances more will I have the pleasure of watching your lips part, lashes lower and hear my name uttered near silently on a sighed breath?
 The answer is none and the fault falls with me. The Lycan, the Draug, the Summer Court slave who even dared to taste your mouth and fall to failed duty.
 I had known from the beginning that I had no right to give in to you, I denied your advances, a poor attempt to keep the lines between royalty and servant from blurring;
 Death has made you his concubine, and I am left here with a heart that has the phrase you'd been waiting to hear, when your cheeks were rosy with warmth.
 I  l o v e  you. I love you and I am a Great coward, most recently a griever.I love you, I love you, I love you.
Please hear me, I love you.









