There’s a rapping at the woman’s entryway of the inn she reside, one that slammed with full force and could awaken the entirety of all whom were inside. Slid, under the door, was an envelope with a seal which marred the essence of double initials in full capitalization and an elder script. ‘M.E.’ So the crimson wax read, and if she were to peek out, there would be not a soul.
Once opened, there was a letter that read and a pinup attached to the bottom. Eight by eight frame, but the dancing of ink would surely get her attention first. The parchment, itself, smelled of oak trees and the forests that surrounded. And, there may have been few pieces of ebony fur. Damn you, Hades!
Starfire, Something to have when I am not in your presence, for surely you miss myself. Though you may not admit such a thing, I shall, your attitude may be one of the top things I enjoy. Challenging, keeping me on the edge of my seat, for you I give this. Of course it isn’t anything important, and you may toss it into a canal or something of the sort, but I could care less. I gain mirth knowing the factor you stared, maybe even gawked, at a man you despise, but have a soft spot for. Be safe, my darling. And if you wish to no longer pay for your bed, I will gladly have you stay at my residence.
Yours truly, Maenden Erastos.
















