(you ordered a Victorian ahh letter...? inspired by one of Napoleon's)
This letter is dated just before Lucile and Bram's engagement.
To my dearest, Bram,
Your heavenly visage is burned into my mind from when last I saw you, your being occupies my every thought. Is my beloved well? does his work trouble his soul? when shall he write next? How vile it is, how sorrowful, how unbearable, to be parted from the one I love most, a very archangel of the Lord! By what power have your charms, your wit, your kind embrace held me captive so—I must learn it at once so as to always have you by my side, even as your most loyal and precious companion!
Kind regards to General and Madame Bonaparte. A hundred kisses to your son.
Yours faithfully,
Lucile
This glowing letter appeared by Lucile's side as soon as hers arrived at Bram's desk in Heaven. It was originally written in Latin, but once opened, it translated to the language of the reader's preference.
My Lucile,
It's been far too long since I've been able to write you a proper message. I've no idea how you can still love me, even with my lack of words! No amount of cosmic delivery can compare to the time I spend with you and Puck. I've tried to ask God time and time again for some sort of a relief, but, oh! I am too much of a hard worker. Sins won't absolve themselves.
We both miss you, my son and I. He wishes to see you as much as I, perhaps even more. I will be sure to see you soon, my dearest, when the moon is new and the sky is spared from the ferocity of its light. You will love what I've planned—I'm sure the Mediterranean's waters will be to your liking!
With all my purest loving,
Abraham Alamania,
The Deputy Apologist, Patron Saint of Injustice, Heaven's District Attorney.
