Zahra knelt in the corner and withdrew the letter from her pocket. One single letter she had kept, though Alexander would never know it. She'd kept it for the sole purpose of showing Imelda. As soon as Alexander left Imelda, Zahra would show her younger sister what she'd found.
It felt like more than an invasion of the Prince's privacy. It felt like an invasion of the Prince's very soul.
Still, it had to be done. Zahra intended to know as much about the man as she could, the man who had so intrigued - even bewitched - her. It took only one moment of arguing with herself before Zahra read the letter again.
My Dearest Tia,
It's been months since I've seen you. The castle seems a weak and dreary place without you. I cannot begin to express the reasons for which I write this letter. I know you probably won't read this - I know you probably won't even give it a second glance - but it has been weighing heavily on my mind.
You know I'm not one to waste words, but I cannot hold back the words my heart yearns to speak to you. There is such grief in my heart in knowing that you can never return to me. Even the small things we used to enjoy - things such as sneaking down to the kitchen in the middle of the night to steal delicacies for the following day's festivities, or when you used to pretend to fall asleep in the carriage so I could carry you up to our chamber.
Our chamber. It's now become my chamber. I miss waking up alone without seeing your ever-beautiful face next to mine. I miss you, Tia. I miss you more than I could've ever thought possible. You are my life and my soul, and I love you.
I can only pray that you should ever consider seeing me again.
But Alexander still has the letter, Zahra thought to herself. Either he never sent it, or it was returned. And judging from the tear ripples on the paper, Zahra knew what had happened.