— My husband, my love, Anduin Wrynn, my first light of dawn,
All others I gift with the harvest-tidings, and the wish for warmth, but what warmth can I give that you do not already give me a hundred times? To burn a wreath for good omens in the winter, when I know of fire like the one I feel when you are near? What word can I say, but to say that I love you? From the first breath, to last, I love you and I shall always do so. I long for you when you but a step away from me, and I ache for you in my arms the moment you are gone. I know not what your Gods and my Spirits may say to each other, but I know if they do, it shall be the simple truth that I cannot be parted from you. I will plead with them when it is time, and if they grant me only the simplest of things, where I am nought but water upon your lips, it shall be enough.
For the truth of it is simple, I know now, my soul shall have no rest if it cannot be with yours.
In love, Your Wife, Your Gilly.
[ With the note comes a box that has been carefully packaged, scented faintly with lavender and rosemary. On the top is the wreath of leaves, flowers and berries, bound together with twists of herbs and ribbons that make it faintly sweet, with how it has all been carefully dried. His, however, is especially, a mix of wheat for the growth of the year, and woven not with any flowers, but the ones of the wedding crown she wore, gifted to him and him alone. Below it is the main gift itself. A complete suit, that is matched exactly to the colours of the alliance, blue as bright and gold to pick out on the edges the Stormwind Lion, all of it all her own embroidery, cut and tailored to fit him exactly. ]
[ His expression softens when he sees the gift, knowing full well who it must be from before he even reads the note. He'd remember those flowers anywhere. The gift itself is marvelous, of course, as thoughtful as she is.
The note, he reads twice over before storing it in his desk. A reminder when the days grow difficult that such love exists, that it is returned wholly.
And his wife will be receiving ardent thanks when he returns home that evening. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
delievered first week of novemeber to his work —
All others I gift with the harvest-tidings, and the wish for warmth, but what warmth can I give that you do not already give me a hundred times? To burn a wreath for good omens in the winter, when I know of fire like the one I feel when you are near? What word can I say, but to say that I love you? From the first breath, to last, I love you and I shall always do so. I long for you when you but a step away from me, and I ache for you in my arms the moment you are gone. I know not what your Gods and my Spirits may say to each other, but I know if they do, it shall be the simple truth that I cannot be parted from you. I will plead with them when it is time, and if they grant me only the simplest of things, where I am nought but water upon your lips, it shall be enough.
For the truth of it is simple, I know now, my soul shall have no rest if it cannot be with yours.
In love,
Your Wife, Your Gilly.
no subject
The note, he reads twice over before storing it in his desk. A reminder when the days grow difficult that such love exists, that it is returned wholly.
And his wife will be receiving ardent thanks when he returns home that evening. ]