Selin Hizli

The affairs of my heart are none of your business.

Every aspect of your existence is my business.

When I created you, I took care to make sure you had no heart.

I am waiting.

Predictably, you're giving me a headache.

Write if you must, but keep it brief and be discreet.

Laurent, my dearest brother, your devoted sister sends warmest wishes.

I have not forgotten the risk you took in coming to assist me as I was surrounded by that pack of snarling wolves.

Do not be afraid or think you are forgotten.

When I can, I will come to you and repay your devotion with an embrace.

Take away your pain with a kiss.

Hold that close to your heart.

and let it warm you with all my love forever.

The Chateau de Chabris, ancestral seat of the House de la Fere, stands on a hill overlooking fertile lands some distance south of Bois.

When my carriage arrives, a flag with the family crest upon it lies limply at half-mast.

An old woman, leaning heavily on a stick, appears on the terrace.

The mother of Athos, the Dowager Comtesse de la Fere.

No!

Dear Mother, how sorry I am that we must meet again in such painful circumstances.

Please accept my deepest condolences.