I don’t know where it is I’ve fallen. I don’t quite know where I am. Nor what my purpose is. My soul tells me one thing, the graceful old spirit. But my mind and body are reminding me of everything we’ve experienced down here in these worlds. They tell me LEAVE! Leave before the fire burns us again. How confusing, because aren’t I already sworn? How confusing.

Lutie accepted my offer 6 days ago. She was scared. Silly talks of souls and Destiny must have been a lot to deal with. But then again, she was not unfamiliar with such realities. Not at all. Possibly why she granted me permission to swear myself to her. But now I fear I rushed ahead to soon. The harmony of our link was as clear as crystal waters. The chimes rang deeper than our ears and mind could ever feel. But she had not yet grown into a queen. And so, we wander. And so, we are lost.

Centuries free of oaths have left me weak in my sense of order. But deep inside, a sense of order now calls. I can sense it. In the air. These free wanderings lead us nowhere. I must guide my escort in a direction worth our time down here. But should I be the one to do so? My young lady still needs to learn these worlds. Or should I take the stand and mentor her to greatness? I don’t even understand what my duties to her are right now.

What I need right now is courage and strength, my darling. That courage and strength you disarmed from me before. For you, maybe they were not the best of arms. But for her, I feel she needs a champion. To get us both out of the dark. Help me, my darling. Help me find where I left these old tools of mine. For I am tired of this aimless wander. And I cannot let my new queen lead us to nowhere. Not while she’s now under my protection.

My old vessel tells me to run, and break my oaths. It senses the dangers of binding to a lost cause. Sadly, my new queen is still enchanted by the tricks and lures of petty fiends. As we wander the dark, she jumps in excitement at the sound of their whistles. A young girl must learn on her own what is good for her and not. But I can’t help but clutch my sword knowing that she has let these fiends lure her into their grasp. Petty things. She speaks that she stops them from breaking her honour. But I don’t feel she understands that she has already allowed them beyond the point of honour. Silly girl. I must teach her what it means to be a queen. A duty I didn’t foresee as I took the knee.

This must be why I feel so confused. I have a duty I didn’t expect was required of me. But now that I acknowledge it, I am more than honoured to fulfil it. I must teach her honour, in herself, in others, and especially in us.

I am more valuable than she likely understands. It’s time I make her just as valuable herself. It’s time I lead us out of this endless nowhere.

Grant strength to armour me, and my dear Lutie, my darling.

Father above tells me I may see you soon. But we shall see.

Love from yours truly,

-Daniel Roy