War Love Letters
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I wrote love letters for three years, on behalf of my legitimate elder sister, to her betrothed stationed at the Blood Wall.
Ten gold coins per letter.
She only wanted to marry a triumphant hero, but when everyone believed he had died in battle, I sold my mother’s keepsake and begged him, letter after letter, to survive.
Three years later, Rowan Blackwood cut off the vampire commander’s head and returned with one hundred and eighty-seven bloodstained old letters.
At the wedding, he asked my elder sister:
“Should bloodstanch grass be planted on a sunlit slope, or in the shade?”
She answered wrong.
While the bells rang, I left Wolf Keep with the gold coins.
But before the marriage contract was signed, the city gates slammed shut.
The Northern general who should have married my sister chased after me in the rain and blocked my carriage with his warhorse.
“Did you write the letters?”
I clutched the pharmacist’s notebook my mother had left me.
“Yes. But the transaction is over, General.”
Ten gold coins per letter.
She only wanted to marry a triumphant hero, but when everyone believed he had died in battle, I sold my mother’s keepsake and begged him, letter after letter, to survive.
Three years later, Rowan Blackwood cut off the vampire commander’s head and returned with one hundred and eighty-seven bloodstained old letters.
At the wedding, he asked my elder sister:
“Should bloodstanch grass be planted on a sunlit slope, or in the shade?”
She answered wrong.
While the bells rang, I left Wolf Keep with the gold coins.
But before the marriage contract was signed, the city gates slammed shut.
The Northern general who should have married my sister chased after me in the rain and blocked my carriage with his warhorse.
“Did you write the letters?”
I clutched the pharmacist’s notebook my mother had left me.
“Yes. But the transaction is over, General.”















































