Just like each time she recognized her husband's handwriting, Milena's heart missed a beat before beating a little faster. She almost felt guilty for the relief she was experiencing, but Eugenie wouldn't blame her for needing some comfort right now. In fact, her sister-in-law gently escorted her back to the couch before Milena's trembling fingers broke that familiar seal and quickly opened the envelope.
Unlike usual, Rayan's letter was terribly short, and visibly written in a hurry. Milena had read each one of his letters at least a hundred times, to the point she could notice the smallest tremor in his hand, pick up on the faintest clue of how tired he was while he wrote those words.
My Queen,
I know these words of comfort will never arrive soon enough in your hands, and will never be
