The Lady and the Lover

The Lady and the Lover

My Dear Sethian,

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire with brilliant color. Inspired, I came back in to write you this letter my love. My feelings for you are palpable and you need to know how genuine my sentiments run through my soul. I am enamored with the way your eyes sparkle when you see me or the way your hair tousles as the wind blows through it. My heart fills with deep desire when I’m near you. I am enthralled by your profound intensity. Why do you want me so? Yes, I am a woman of status, but I have flaws- many flaws. You don’t look at the blemishes of my life but the love in my heart. You complete me. This may sound cliché, but I really feel that you are the better part of myself. Please know that these words are sacred and I do not kiss and tell and kindly afford me this one bit of secrecy. My love for you is not a shameful thing and if that is what you are thinking then I have not been dutiful in my actions nor have I explained my feelings well. Darling Sethian, I will be with you and beside you all the days of our lives. I promise to always love you with all the ferocity of our first intimacy. When I see you, passion is the only emotion I have besides love in its truest form. I feel washed white with the purity of us- a snowflake melding together with another as it falls from the gates of Heaven itself. Come with me as the present meets the future and our story will be told throughout the generations. I want to bear your children- as many as you desire. May they be as intelligent and full of wit and kindness as you are, my love. Take me in your arms and hold me. I need to feel your warmth and growing desire for me. I shan’t not think of the times, all the wonderful times, that we have spent entangled in ecstasy. I blush as I am writing this. You have made me feel things that I have never allowed myself to feel, which scares me but also thrills me. I give all I have and all I’ll ever be to you and you alone. No other will grace my heart in such a way. Tell me you love me, Sethian. For I wilt and die without you. Love me without abandon and tell me that we can finally be together forever. In the evening before last, my brother escorted me to the fair that came into our town. Curiosity overtook me and I paid the fortune teller gypsy a visit. She was a mystical soul with piercing eyes that foretold many a future. I was sure that she would put any worries that I may have had to rest. It didn’t materialize in the manner one would expect. She revealed to me that the love of my life would forsake me and be found in the arms of another. I dashed from that wretched place with tears on my face and malice in my heart. All the time we had spent together was washed away so totally- so completely that I had to do what needed to be done. Sethian- your dishonesty will not be accepted nor forgiven. I have given you all of me and in return I got less than nothing. 

 Sethian- my dear, dear lover, my heart is being torn. I envision you caressing her milky white skin with your soft hands. Hands that have known no hard labor throughout the years. Hands that at one time caressed me and now betray me. I have pity on your lover, for she fell for your seduction. For if you could make even a  pittance, it would be better than nothing at all. I don’t know what she sees in you. I speak not the truth, I do see what she sees in you, but it is all but a disguise- a shell so easily cracked that your true self escapes out eventually. I am sat in my study, quill in hand, dipping into the “ink”of my jar which somehow has run deep red and is odorous like the smell of copper. You lie next to me, my sweet Sethian, in eternal slumber. Your milky eyes are fixated upon me, watching me write my last few strokes. Poor, poor Sethian- I would have made you Lord Sethian and we would have lived in extravagance. As I came back that night, I set the hearth ablaze for the warmth would melt my glacier heart. On the periphery lay a partially burned letter. It was a letter written to me by you. In it you confessed your undying love to me and pronouncement of your intentions to wed me and be with me forever. This was the original - the duplicate was found in full without the ink stain that was accidentally smeared on the bottom like what I had found in the hearth. You rewrote it and put it away to give to me in the near future. Unfortunately, this discovery came too late as I had already fulfilled my revenge.  Now you lie on the cold floor still watching me, judging me, for my misdeed. They will come for me shortly and I will feel the rough fibers of rope tighten around my neck as I drop. I cannot, will not let that happen. 

I loved you deeply, but now we must both be joined in Heaven forever. I will soon be with you again. The leaves that were on fire with brilliant color have now burnt to ash. I will pass this world onto the afterlife by my own hand. Goodbye, dear readers of this unpleasant letter of my final objective. There are things in this life that cannot be undone. Please realize that this act is the only way that I must reconcile all I have done. I was the unrefuted betrayer being that I believed the gypsy over you. And now I must meet my lover and hope I will be absolved.  

                  Love, in death,

                     Lady Ashwood