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|| Dear Winter || AJR ||
Winter turned back to Elise, "You are a true Hresvelg. Jeralt is still your Father and Cynthia I'm sure would cry if she heard you say that. Remember, Garrel is dead. He can't hurt you, the chip isn't functioning, I don't even think it's there considering you're actually dead." Winter reminded her, "And an Heir. Garrel is probably just your inner cynic, voicing your own thoughts in a tone that you know you hate and will subconsciously evoke the worst from you. Garrel isn't real, he can't hurt you anymore. Words can't hurt you either." Winter reminded her, "And I'm sure Claude would smack you if he could hear you speak like that." Was this the real Elise? Winter wondered. She had little self-esteem, she was shy and subconscious. It was a stark difference from the Elise that Winter had gotten to know.
Winter giggled when Nemia admitted to having a crush on Carter. "Nemia, you know the rules," her cheeks turned bright pink. "I know," she said with a smile, cleaning up around the room before she made Winter sit down and began applying her nightly creams and serums, per Iris's instructions. "I know wht you're thinking Elise," Winter said as she closed her eyes. "Elves are specifically forbidden from being with Heirs. It's a centuries old rule that was made because the elves had warred with the Heirs and lost." It was part of the reason Elves now served Heirs. They were still a proud race and Zeus had said that occasionally, they would still act up. The Heirs had proven themselves to be the stronger of the races multiple times and thus, the Elves continued to serve them.
"You ended up with him because you love each other," Winter reminded Elise, "and he loves you and wants you to rely on him too. So don't be afraid to talk to him, alright? Communication is important." She giggled, it was true, it was hard to imagine herself married. Winter opened her eyes as Nemia finished up. "Goodnight Lady Winter, Lady Elise,"[/color] she bowed as she exited the room. Winter rose, Nemia would be coming with her to Zeus's of course. "Goodnight Elise, I'll see you in the morning." Winter waved as Elise exited and lay down in bed. She fell right to sleep, a stark difference to how fitful her rests used to be. Perhaps confronting her past had given her a bit more peace than she had realized. For the first time in a long time, Winter slept like a baby.
In the morning, Nemia entered to wake her up. "Will you be taking breakfast in here this morning?" She wanted to know, poking the door open. "Lady Winter?" Nemia was surprised that she was still asleep. Winter bolted upright, Nemia scaring her. "Yes, yes, please. I'll have breakfast in here today." She rubbed her eyes, then pulled the blanket off. "I'm going to take a bath, I'll be done soon." She soaked in the tub, wondering if this would be the last night in this room. She sank deeper into the tub, the warmth enveloping her. Winter couldn't spend too long basking, as Nemia was waiting for her. "Good morning Lady Winter," Nemia and her team of ladies greeted her, setting breakfast down for her to enjoy in her robe. She couldn't see Zed from now, until their wedding. As much as she wanted to be with him, this was tradition.