From Lord John Grey, Heimdallhaus To Ariadne, Sigyn's Cottage
My dear --
I am sorry. It sounds most dire, the circumstances from which you have been brought to us. Forgive me if my questions ask too much of you -- you need not answer anything you do not wish to share.
I am no knight myself, but instead an artillery officer. Which is to say that I have trained to know it all. Sword fighting, horseback riding, guns, cannons, the lot of it. It is a nasty business, being a soldier, though I am afraid to say that I took to it rather well. Perhaps it was the structure that spoke to me. Perhaps the camaraderie. I cannot say for certain, though I will say that I resigned my commission in the army several years before it was that I arrived here in Asgard.
I am afraid I have not been entirely forthright with you, and I hope you might be able to forgive me for this grievance as well, for I have already become quite fond of our exchange. Though I would be doing us both a disservice if I did not explain to you further the circumstances for which I resigned.
I have a step-son, you see. His name is William, and although he has only been mine for but two years I love him very much. He is eight years old and an absolute terror, but we are working on his manners. Or at least we were. I am afraid it's all very complicated.
He is not my blood, you see, but my wife, Isobel's. But he is not her child either, but her sister's, who died giving birth to him. Unfortunately William's father died that very same day and while he inherited his father's title, he was raised by my wife's family from birth. They were very kind to me as a young man, you understand, nearly adopting me as their son themselves. So when Isobel's father fell sick and died, rather than letting the estate fall into ruin, I married her.
And here we are. That was most certainly more than you ever wished to know about my personal life so I had better put away my pen before I scrap this letter entirely. Thank you for the raspberry leaf, I shall use it well. And I remain as before,
Your ob't servant,John William Grey, Esq. Heimdallhaus, Block One, House Three
some day he will send her a gift as well, he promises
To Ariadne, Sigyn's Cottage
My dear --
I am sorry. It sounds most dire, the circumstances from which you have been brought to us. Forgive me if my questions ask too much of you -- you need not answer anything you do not wish to share.
I am no knight myself, but instead an artillery officer. Which is to say that I have trained to know it all. Sword fighting, horseback riding, guns, cannons, the lot of it. It is a nasty business, being a soldier, though I am afraid to say that I took to it rather well. Perhaps it was the structure that spoke to me. Perhaps the camaraderie. I cannot say for certain, though I will say that I resigned my commission in the army several years before it was that I arrived here in Asgard.
I am afraid I have not been entirely forthright with you, and I hope you might be able to forgive me for this grievance as well, for I have already become quite fond of our exchange. Though I would be doing us both a disservice if I did not explain to you further the circumstances for which I resigned.
I have a step-son, you see. His name is William, and although he has only been mine for but two years I love him very much. He is eight years old and an absolute terror, but we are working on his manners. Or at least we were. I am afraid it's all very complicated.
He is not my blood, you see, but my wife, Isobel's. But he is not her child either, but her sister's, who died giving birth to him. Unfortunately William's father died that very same day and while he inherited his father's title, he was raised by my wife's family from birth. They were very kind to me as a young man, you understand, nearly adopting me as their son themselves. So when Isobel's father fell sick and died, rather than letting the estate fall into ruin, I married her.
And here we are. That was most certainly more than you ever wished to know about my personal life so I had better put away my pen before I scrap this letter entirely. Thank you for the raspberry leaf, I shall use it well. And I remain as before,
Your ob't servant,John William Grey, Esq.
Heimdallhaus, Block One, House Three