Letter from Breynard Ancois

My Dearest Ulyne,

With quill in hand and heart aflame,

I pen these words to you, fair dame,

In dreams of days when we'll be free,

Unburdened by chains that shackle thee.

Like a songbird trapped in gilded cage,

Your spirit yearns for an open stage,

Where love's sweet notes can freely soar,

And shadows of Oblivion are seen no more.

A knight of noble lineage true,

I've traversed realms to rescue you,

From that man's grasp, his cruel embrace,

To bring you solace, in Mara's own grace.

Oh, Ulyne, like a rose midst thorns concealed,

Your heart's true desires must be revealed,

In moonlit letters, our hopes entwine,

Two souls bound, by Arkay's design.

With all the fervor of a Breton's heart,

I send this plea, my love's own art,

To hold you close, in my arms so true,

And make our dreams, together, bloom anew.

Eternally Yours,

Breynard Ancois