“About that,” he admitted. “Correspondence doesn’t quite make up for the distance, does it.”
“Speaking about correspondence.” Alara grabbed the paper she had set aside and held it up for him to see. “What do you know about this.”
“Right. The letter. You know I had forgotten about it during our pleasant conversation.” Alara stared down his comment until he finally relented. “As I started to say before, you left me with very little choices when you relinquished the Di’Vinincia name and became the heir to Moritt. That was always something that was supposed to belong to me.”
“Do we have to go down this path again?”
“No.” He smiled again, though this time, his expression was more tired than anything. “Tell me, what does the letter say? All I knew is that there would be one and that I shoul
