Duke stood on the balcony of his ancestral castle, the sun dipping below the horizon and casting hues of orange and purple across the sky. But his mind was elsewhere. A letter, worn with time and creased from countless readings, rested in his hands—an echo from a past long buried yet painfully vivid.
As he unfolded the parchment, the familiar handwriting of Finley was clear before his eyes, as he began to read.
My Dearest King,
As I sit here with my quill poised above this parchment, I find myself lost in the sweet memories of our time together. Each moment we shared feels like a melody that lingers in my heart, a beautiful symphony that I wish to replay over and over again.
I remember how your fingertips would trail along my skin, setting me ablaze with longing. The way you held me close, your breath warm against my neck.
The taste of your lips was like nectar, sweet and addictive, and every kiss deepened the connection that thrummed between us. The scent of your sweat and moments of you thrusting in and out of me sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.
The intimacy we shared was unlike anything I had ever known, a sweet surrender to the heat that pulsed between us.
Our secret meetings, filled with whispered promises and stolen kisses, were the highlights of my days. Each letter I penned to you was infused with the passion I hold for you, a testament to the bond we forged amidst the chaos of our lives. You brought joy to my heart and inspiration to my music, and I long for the day when we can create more memories together.
Your love lifts me up like helium.
Until we meet again, know that you are always in my thoughts, and my heart beats in time with the rhythm of our love.
Yours forever,
Finley
Duke sigh as he folded the letter carefully. He gazed out over the sprawling kingdom that lay before him.