homosexuals | [SPOIL OF WAR AU]

Do you think I'm so green behind my ears, Master Fuller? I watch foreign conflict as closely as I watch the chambermaid's daughter who merely sweeps the kitchens. But otherwise it is not my place to speak to those in power. I stand at the King's side and give my report to him when it is appropriate.

Just as with your training. You'll be marrying Princess Lucy, after all. If you cannot fight on her behalf then you can be no King. I report my findings to the King himself, if I deem it necessary.

~~You are being too~~

It would not be appropriate for either of us to have a roll on the mats. I'm no warrior - I have no skills in the arena. I have no desire to be made into a mockery. I cannot compete with someone like you.

Are you considering yourself an asset of the Kingdom, then? Washington thanks you for your kind contributions. So next time, perhaps you can ask for cherries? Or cheese. I shouldn't use you to my ends, but those foods are reserved for Kings, mind you.

The guards will laugh at your requests. The cherry trees are in the borderlands - we don't see them here often. So yes, Master Fuller. Another time.

Oh, I wouldn't dare insult your intelligence, Counselor Laughlin. But if the King is wise - which I know he is - then he'd heed your opinions rather than mere reports.

And? What have you found of my worthiness thus far? It's good to know where I stand. Not for the Princess, but because I'd like to know.

No skills - that's a bit of a stretch. I'm told you were trained as well as any other strapping young man in this kingdom. Not extensively, but enough to surely have a go-around. I'd never dream of making it an unfair competition - more like satisfying an idle curiosity.

Of course not. I'm here to serve the King, like any other citizen.

Cherries. A fine alternative to the apples - sweeter, if I recall. Can you do the trick? I knew a man once - could tie the stem with his tongue.

Another time. Might be just around the corner.

[as if hawk isn't going to make it his sole mission to obtain these things in as little time as possible. even if he needs to ask it of smith himself.]

Of course the King hears my opinions. I've worked hard to earn his trust in that regard, and I work closely with him. But I never assume that my opinions will hold weight. He is the King, after all.

I've not made an official opinion on you yet, Master Fuller. I have noted you seem to assimilate well. You learn quickly, you fight with confidence. Your understanding of foreign politics is strong, and though you lack courtly knowledge, that won't stand in your way of making strong judgements. Your table manners leave something to be desired, I've yet to see you dance, and I think you could stand to read a little more, but who am I to judge.

Princess Lucy will be the one to truly appraise you. If it were up to me alone, then I would not argue much.

Less sweet, more tart. I used to have them with a bowl of cream, when I was permitted. I was younger then, and life awarded me more pleasantries. Now it is all work. And I don't know what trick you speak of. That's obscene.

Do you have a favorite fruit? Or a meal? Is there anything from your home you long for?
As I said - for me, it is cherries.
I hope to make you comfortable here in as much as I am able to.

You've done well for yourself. Anyone can see that - but I wonder if they see how truly valuable you and the wealth of knowledge you've worked to learn are. If it were up to me, you'd be among the crown jewels. But it isn't. Not yet.

And it might never be, if I don't take your notations to heart. I'm not much for dancing - though I hope that's not enough to cause another foreign dispute. You seem fairly confident in judging, and my Mother would be disappointed to know her good dining etiquette doesn't traverse into the old lands.

Still. I think I'd rather it rest in your capable hands.

Young age is full of them - until it isn't. Rest assured, that's a shared sentiment. But it hardly seems fair to leave you without some now, or at the very least - time to yourself. A lack of meals, no more pleasantries...some might consider that barbaric.

No need to hope for that when you've already managed to accomplish it. The apple was a very pleasant surprise, for which you have my thanks. I like the things most men do - grapes, the drinks derived from grain and rye and wild meat. Now the only thing that might comfort me is to return the favor.

Maybe you might even learn a little something obscene out of it. I know it too.

My value is only in the eyes of the King. I am happy here in this court, serving his majesty and his family. I take pride in my work and the freedoms I'm allowed due to my commitment to the Crown. I am much happier that I am neither seen nor heard unless I'm asked for. King Smith is kind, generous, thoughtful, and compassionate. He is truly a King of his people - his crown is their hearts, not jewels.

I prefer it that way.

Your dining isn't terrible - but it's evident you are a soldier who has lived a soldier's life for some time. You eat as though we will not feed you again. I can assure you that your belly will always be as full as you wish for it to be.

I'm certain I could ask for liberties or favors but I do not make a habit of it. I am a mere citizen of the Kingdom, sir. You are a glorified heir apparent. Our freedoms are different, as are our chains.

Rid the word barbaric from your vocabulary regarding his Highness and the Court. I'm serious. It could not be farther from the truth.

My apologies. I'm tired this afternoon. I hope you saw the grapes I had sent with your lunch? Please, accept them as my penance? I should have known you'd prefer such things, as most men do. I tried not to make any assumptions, and I suppose I have anyway, what with the apple, and all. I will be more mindful in the future.

You can tie a knot? Impossible.

He is. That's why he had my respect long before I encouraged a ceasefire - if it were up to me, we'd never have left his kingdom in the first place. What an eloquent way to sum it up: hearts, not jewels. But I only wonder - if this title is bestowed to me in time, what will you do if I ask for you more frequently?

Duly noted. But know it's not for a lack of meals, rather an urgency not to keep my back turned too long. You've heard what they say about old habits. And before you ask: rest assured, it's nothing King Smith or you or any of the staff have done. I merely dislike vulnerability wherever it's to be found.

There you go again - have you ever considered becoming a poet? An artist, perhaps? You have quite the way with words, Counselor. But in many ways, I believe you have more freedoms than you think. More than me, if this all comes to fruition.

Another generous offering. My humble request next time? Is you bring them to me yourself so we might share. And fret not: the apples are secretly my favorite.

Mm. There's only one way to find out. I'm working on it.

I will serve you if you ask for me, of course. It will be your choice who you keep in your counsel, but I understand that sometimes new faces come along with new kings. I expect nothing, of course. And though I won't fault you one way or the other, rest assured that for now, when you do find some vulnerable spot, I will be certain to already be there guarding it.

It is my duty, of course.

But if you are King you will have access to all the freedoms of the world, though with the weight of a crown on your head. I am happy to call the castle walls my home. I've been told off for being a bit verbose, but I think I've read nearly every book there is to be had in our library.

King Smith has called me a dreamer many times, so a poet wouldn't be far off. Neither are very profitable, Master Fuller, and neither very reasonable. However, bringing you grapes is very reasonable. I'll fetch you anything, all you need is to ask - that is what I'm here for, among other things.

We never have cherries here in court - it's too dangerous to fetch them. The land they lie on is stricken with conflict. I've no doubt you'll encounter them at some point in your travels with the King and his men. You must report to me your findings, and tell me how they taste on your tongue before you try the -

It's a bewitching trick to think about.

Well. Consider yourself my first choice, Counselor Laughlin. I wouldn't be where I am today without you, and I don't mean just the stellar education in these walls.

Mm. You would see it that way. Listen, forget I said anything about all that - freedoms, chains. It's a long way off anyway, and King Smith will be with us for many years to come. Until he's old and grey and impossibly wiser than he already is. Though, I'm certain you've had a hand in that. Reading all the books in that library have surely come to good use.

A dreamer? Tell me what you dream of. That's my next ask.

Perhaps that will be my first decree as king. Cherries to be grown in our lands - that, or uniting the land the lie on so there's no danger in retrieving them. And perhaps too it'll be my first suggestion for a visit to the King and his men. All of this training can't simply be just to pass the time.

It is, isn't it? You've never come across it in all your books?

It's very kind of you, but you are doing the work all on your own.

But ah - no, I won't forget you said anything about it. Sorry. This is why King Smith says I can be a dreamer sometimes, an idealist. You don't want to be King here anymore than you did when you stepped onto the battlefield. In a way, I suppose I could choose my life's path in a way that you can't. I haven't had that freedom myself yet. You don't get to choose, really, when the King chooses for you.

I suppose it's the same for you, in a way.

I dream of peace for this country, for our territories. For King Smith to have a happy, quiet life. For Princess Lucy to have the love she deserves, and for the Kingdom to flourish. Anything any royal subject would dream of.

[ it's code for - i can't put this in writing ]

Your first decree should be far more impactful than cherries. Something that really tells the people who you are and what you stand for. You have great political sense, good ideas - the kingdom will love you. I can tell already.

Ah. You're making fun of me, aren't you? I've never come across it in my books, no. Most of the texts there are histories, battle logs, diaries of generals. No tricks or wizardry. But I didn't read them to simply pass the time. Much like your training.

You should be hard at work in training instead of stealing to my office to scribble notes in my journal. I clearly need to tell the staff to monitor your attendance better.

Wouldn't be much work for me to do if you weren't the one doling it out. I'd be sitting pretty eating grapes all day.

[that's a lie, one tim could call him on if he wanted. hawk has been nothing but devoted to his studies and his trainings - if nothing else, he'd be keeping himself in shape by practicing with blades and shields and rolling on the mats with guardsmen who are grudgingly starting to give him some respect for his skill and easy charm.]

You understand it, then. A week ago I was just looking to make it back alive, keep honor among the Fuller name. Now I'm betrothed to the daughter of a King and meant to inherit the whole of a land.

I only find myself wondering what you might do if the King no longer chose. When I am King, is that what you might wish? To have your own path and the freedom to walk it? I would not keep you caged here, Counselor, even if I'd be very sorry to see you go.

[but yes, this does seem to be wading into territory better discussed in person.]

Well, you'll have to think it over. Our next lesson draws closer, but not soon enough for my tastes.

The cherries will have to wait, then. Maybe I might persuade the King to do something about it in the meantime, while I figure out what sort of King I am. The kind that's firm but altogether fair. Caring, even if I'm not blatantly soft about it. That's what the Queen is for, isn't it?

Wouldn't dream of it. Perhaps you're not reading the right kind of books then. There's more out there than mere history.

[in fact, to prove it: hawk has left a small maroon book - bound in elegant leather with gold leafed pages, though uneven. the text is old and worn and clearly hand-written. a collection of poems - mostly epic adventures, but a hint of melancholy and unrequited love.]

Haven't missed a session yet. Go on, ask them. I'm entitled to spend my break as I please, and I please to spend it filling up your journal.

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Forgive me. I know that this life isn't what you planned for yourself. And though I hope no one here treats you as such, it must feel like a glass prison. I hope that you can see the beauty in this land the way I do, one day.

I don't know any other life than this one, really. I'll admit, I was taken under the wing of the court when I was young. It was the Queen who had a soft spot for me, at first. So yes, the Queen is meant for softer things, but don't let that keep your heart from staying soft beneath your armor.

You will certainly need to hear it beat.

I would be happy to stay at your side and remind you of that, when needed. If you will have me. If you will not, I suppose my time in the court would come to an end and I would find humbler work elsewhere.

[ the letter is a little distressing - picking at him for reading so many books, to questioning what he wants out of life if not for the kingdom. tim calls this place home, and maybe that's foolish. of course it is, considering. ]

I hope you are the King you wish to be. I can see the marks of it in you. And thank you - for the book. It's beautiful. Where did you come by this?

[ he wants to read more. to dive into poems and tales and stories he's only truly heard in fireside tales or over dinner in courtier's halls. ]

... all of your attendants have many positive things to say about you. I'm impressed, Master Fuller. I'll reserve my judgement then for a time when you do find my offices during your studies. Our next lesson, perhaps.

I see the beauty here, believe me.

[he's not talking about the land, however.]

Suppose there are many who envy your position. But the way I hear it, you're regarded very fondly among most of the court. Even a few young ladies wishing you might take to the dance floors at the feasts - is there such a thing precluding you from taking part in that? I'm certain I'll be expected to do the same, once I'm ready to mingle among polite society with enough grasp of the customs. A month's time from now - isn't it?

A round on that floor will surely have it racing, enough to hear I should think.

[hawk isn't usually much for such pleasantries, which is the ironic part. but there is a piece of him that wants to know and understand tim laughlin on a deer level - to learn his hopes and dreams so he might learn how to serve them as his future king.]

Oh, I'll certainly have you. So long as you don't oppose.

The book - from a friend to pass the time in camp. Admittedly, I never finished all of it.

[he skips the part where it was from kenny, one of his prized possessions and an offering to soothe away boredom and fear and keep sweetness alive among dying men and the stench of the battlefield.]

Well. Then I'll eagerly be awaiting your judgment. Wouldn't dream of taking anything else to heart until you've had the final say, but the attendants are a fine addition to these halls.

Is that an invitation? Will you plan to meet it in person then, the next time my hand itches to wander for a pen?

I try to find new beauty in this place every day.

[ it is a good thing that most people in this court would never fathom such innuendos to be exchanged among men. but tim's face burns every time he checks his notebook for the elegant scrawl of hawkins fuller.

it's wrong. he's betrothed to lucy. he shouldn't tempt feelings like this, and yet - ]

But yes, you'll be expected to formally join court. I've offered my arm for dances, but I find that it is my work I'm married to. I want my heart to be with the Crown, not distracted or waylaid by such things as courting. I don't want to give anyone false hopes, and I think most people of the court will be bored of me in minutes.

So, I will only oppose you having me if you insist I dance with court ladies. I don't mind dancing, but I'd certainly rather do it on my own terms.

[ he'll think about his own boldness later - you may have me to the insinuation of dances behind closed doors. he'll pray about it all later. ]

The book is beautiful. I've just finished, left it in my desk drawer to return to you. I copied a few of the poems down - it's beautiful. Particularly this -

…he
who listens intimately
to the sweet murmur of
your voice, the enticing
laughter that makes my own
heart beat fast. If I meet
you suddenly, I can't
speak — my tongue is broken.

It isn't an invitation - but should we cross paths at a convenient time, I suppose I have no authority to correct you. Enjoy the day, Master Fuller. It is lovely out, and the cherry blossoms have bloomed.

By sheer virtue of searching for it, you become part of it, do you know that?

Mm. If it is to be with the Crown, then if, say - a beautiful Princess or perhaps even a King were to offer a hand on the dance floor, would you accept it? In a manner of speaking, of course. Entirely hypothetical.

I find it difficult to imagine anyone being bored by a conversation with you. If anything, I imagine many lack the intelligence to keep up with what you might say. So really, it's their privilege.

I wouldn't force you to do anything you didn't wish to do, Counselor Laughlin. What kind of a tyrant do you think me? But if I may have you - then it stands to reason I'd be allowed a dance, is that not so?

[he shouldn't have written that down. but it's too late now.]

Well, that was fast. I'm afraid I don't have any others to offer you, but if you wish to copy any others you'll find it exactly where you left it.

Will you speak to me then, if we do cross paths? Or must I worry your tongue broken?

The cherry blossoms are exceptional in Washington. No other flower upstate seems as fragrant. Are you out here enjoying them somewhere?

You must be careful, Master Hawkins. I don't know the customs well in your territory, but they might not all be quite the same here. But I suppose I could neither reject a dance from a Princess, nor could I reject one from a King.

But neither would stoop so low as to dance with me regardless. And I wasn't insinuating you are a tyrant - by virtue alone you can have me do whatever you wish within reason, even now and you are not titled. When you are King, I will do your bidding, but I hardly think you're tyrannical.

But if you choose to have me, when the time comes, then it stands to reason I would certainly have to allow you a dance.

[ he also shouldn't have written it down, but he'll redact all of this later, for their safety. ]

Ah. Yes, sorry. I am a quick study. I showed my hand too quickly. It was a lovely book and a welcome reprieve from politics and histories. It was -

[ there's a sputtering of ink, like he's just glanced up to re-read what it is that hawk has written now. he ties the words to the poem and sits for a long time, red-faced. the slopes of his words seem a little shaken, like his heart was beating too fast to hold the pen still. ]

I will always speak to you, Hawkins, rest assured.

[ a slip there - something informal. he doesn't correct it. and instead, in the pages, pressed and soft still - a cherry blossom, light and fragrant. and indeed there may be a bough, sprigs of the blooms decorating the foyer of hawk's rooms when he returns. ]

I stepped out to pluck one for you - I don't have time to enjoy the sun today, but I hope you do. I'll insist your training is cut short so you may spend some time in the gardens.

I'm afraid my tongue is broken in such a manner that I cannot contain my words. I suspect you'll grow tired of me before long.

I imagine dancing with a Counselor is not encouraged in either realm, but ours were more interested in getting onto the battlefield than actually advising. Should that be my second order of business? Seems a shame not to let you in on the fun.

Well, I'm flattered. I'd certainly never want anyone to do anything they didn't want to do under what are to be light and jovial circumstances. But maybe especially you.

If you welcome it, that's a different story altogether.

No need to apologize. It's an admirable skill, and I imagine King Smith both appreciates and has made use of it. I should apologize for having nothing else to offer. In fact - I think you should keep it. It may not be so exciting as a first read, but at least you can peruse it when you wish to take your mind off politics and history.

[hawk runs his finger over the ink, uncharacteristic of tim's excellent penmanship. did he stutter when he realized what hawk was referencing? did the pen become his tongue, unable to formulate rational thought for a moment the way hawk sometimes struggles to when he thinks of tim on his arm and dancing at his side like a lady in court?]

Good. I would dread the day you didn't, Timothy.

[the cherry blossom is a welcome surprise, and hawk crushes it to his nose - that one only, because if he closes his eyes he might imagine tim pushing up to pluck it with delicate hands, imagining the softness of his fingertips as he cradled it in his palm.]

It smells divine. But it seems unfair that I would enjoy such a treat without you when you've gone to all the trouble. Tell me what occupies you - how you may be relieved?

I doubt that very much. You have a whole library to get through with me. I'm enjoying every word immensely.

At our next meeting, I'll share with you a little further about the politics of Counselors and their Kings. There is so much to go over, it would be a better use of time than to write it all.

[ and in hawk's bedroom that night, he will find a very simple note. some words are better left behind locked doors - 1102. and next he comes to pry at tim's journals? they're tucked neatly in a drawer of his desk that has a small, gold padlock on it with turning dials of numbers. ]

I would welcome a dance with you, were you my King and asked of it. But even when you are King, men won't be able to do such things together. It's highly forbidden here, and punishable. Banishment, usually, depending on the gravity of how it is discovered.

But perhaps a dance between Kings and Counselors does not have to be a public one always.

I'll keep the book safe, of course. It's a beautiful gift. I wish there were more like it - maybe it's a terrible admission, but I rather liked it better than politics and histories. It's made it difficult to read anything in our libraries now.

And please, when we are speaking not as Counselor and his Regent-Student - call me Tim? I don't think I've heard much of anyone call me by that in years.

I am often held up in meetings with the King, his council, his men. No doubt you will be among them soon as well, and the times for stolen notes will be behind us. What is it you yearn to do that you cannot while I'm occupied? A walk in the cherry blossoms? That is easily satisfied. Our next lesson will be in the gardens, then.

But you flatter me. Most people find it boring - all the facts, the lessons, the politics, the organization of it all. I'll be here all the same when you are on the throne to help you remember it all.

I'd be much obliged.

[there is a certain thrill to the knowledge that tim probably delivered this letter by hand rather than entrust it to anyone in the castle - which means he was just outside his bedroom door. even moreso when he sees that there is a secret for them to share more than just the journal now - a place for them to speak more freely, even if it is still a risk to put pen to paper.]

You know, I've yet to learn the customary dances of Washington. In fact - I was rather hoping you might assist me with such. So long as you know both parts.

Seems an oversight there is nothing else in the libraries besides politics and histories. Are the arts not so respected here as they may be elsewhere in the land? Perhaps I might suggest it the next time I dine with the King.

Tim. You've asked, and now you shall have it. I like the sound of it on my tongue.

Those I would insist will never be behind us, if you don't mind. There will always be a need for stolen notes - stolen moments, stolen little clarifications. What is a Counselor if not a keeper of secrets? I only hope you'll spare the most room for ours.

It wasn't so much the walk as ensuring you were able to enjoy them as well. A lesson in the garden would more than satisfy both my desires, for I wished to see what you'd look like with a few of the blossoms tangled in your hair.

Good. I could ask for nothing more.

You're in luck. I know both parts - I've had to dance them for Princess Lucy as well as teach possible suitors and visitors. But I will have to be certain you're well prepared, yes.

The arts are respected here, of course. I just think the King before King Smith had less interest in such things. He was a bit of a tyrant, and didn't last long, but he abolished much. I think his majesty is rebuilding trust before stuffing his walls to the brim with books and trinkets.

... you've said my name out loud? I certainly didn't hear if you called me. I was busy making room for whatever secrets it is we must keep, my lord.

[ tim looks at the words for a long moment, runs fingers over the pressed indents where a pen tip rested once some hour or so ago. it gives him a thrill to think they have this little secret, even if it is a dangerous one on so many levels. ]

A lesson in the gardens then. That will be our next. I don't get to sit in them as often as I'd like these days, so it will be a welcome change.

[ and then... a bold change of pace: ]

Tell me, do your eyes look like the ocean in the sun? I'd imagine they do.

So long as you aren't opposed to playing delicate maiden in my arms, then it sounds like we've an important date to add to our schedule of lessons.

And what if an esteemed guest were to ask for them? To live under the shadow of a tyrant, especially within the walls of the palace seems a shame for all. King Smith should not worry himself about trinkets, but perhaps the future Prince Regent can.

I have. Not to you - not yet, but I've mentioned your name in passing to members of staff. "Counselor Timothy Laughlin is much more enthusiastic in his lessons." "Counselor Timothy Laughlin would wither if he saw such an attempt from us both." You are quite admired, which is hardly a secret.

But I suppose adding myself to that long list would need to be something of a secret. Most especially if we are to meet in the gardens together. We might even take lunch, and then it would feel almost like a courtship, do you agree?

[ah, tim does have a way with words. hawk smiles, eyes twinkling even if he or tim cannot see them do as he's just described.]

Hardly as appealing as the way yours resemble rich honey when they catch the light through high windows. Or maybe I should liken it to quartz - the hues reminding me of the temptation of rich chocolate depths that shift into light amber.

The first time I laid eyes on you in the baths...I was struck by your beauty.

You are foolish to think I have not already added it into the grand plan I have for your success here. Even if it means I must play the delicate maiden.

In the same vein, I suppose if you wish to ask on behalf of said delicate maid, I cannot stop you. King Smith admires you - he will listen most likely. It's not been my place to complain about books and art, of course, however fondly I'm regarded.

Lunch can be arranged, if you wish. I will do my utmost to have an apple for you, or one we may share?

[ ... a courtship? it certainly does feel like one. and suddenly he wishes these words weren't in writing, but instead murmured close, even whispered if it had to be. ]

You flatter me. My eyes are just brown, I'm afraid.

I'll admit I was struck when I saw you myself at first. Both when I arrived and, ah. Later. I should lie to you and tell you I felt nothing, but instead I will give you this, even though I shouldn't even dare.

I dreamt about your hands in my hair that night - when you put my hairpin back in. I've never been haunted so well in my life.

I think you'd make a very fine one. You certainly have the hair and the grace for it.

Wouldn't be a complaint, per se. Catching more flies with honey, isn't that how it's phrased across history? But I wouldn't be a particularly good ruler or husband if I couldn't even influence my would-be Father-in-Law, would I? Consider it practice, if it makes you feel better.

We will share everything.

Just brown, you say, as if they aren't more exquisite than even the largest of citrine in the Queen's old jewelry collection. No flattery here, I'm afraid.

I dream about your hair. How it might feel in my hands properly, or tickling underneath my nose in an embrace. It will be even more distracting after I have the opportunity to greet you for lunch, I'm certain.

The cinnamon - I smelled it on you. It's why I asked for it to be mixed into the oils.

I don't know about grace, and the hair is merely a court requirement. But thank you, all the same. For the compliment, and for your future pursuits. I have no doubt you will make a fine husband and King one day.

But sharing everything? I should order a larger lunch than usual, then if we're to share everything. I don't think I'm mind sharing, though.

I will even share with you a place in the garden that no one knows of. Then, if the wind were to blow my hair I suppose you would have to do your duty again and put it back in its place.

[ there's another pause - because the very thought of the scent being on hawk is one that is his own? heavens. ]

We'd only just met. I'll admit, however, in that moment when my hairpiece fell and we met eyes? I wanted to ask if you felt something - I can't put a name to it. It's wrong of me to say I feel it even when we write with one another.

Is it? Will it be expected of me as the King? King Smith does not wear his nearly so elaborate or long. But you - it suits you exquisitely.

Don't trouble yourself, I insist. We'll make due, and I suspect a great deal of my hunger will be fed by the sight of you on a sunny, summer day. By the chance to adjust your hair, to be alone with you in the privacy and peace of this place you speak of.

And the learning - of course, the strenuous lessons, the knowledge...etcetera.

I did. I still do. Why do you think I continue this? That I push and I tease and I do what I can to chase it?

He wears it as he pleases, yes. But Kings have more say in their fashions. It's an old tradition, but most in the King's closest counsel have let their hair grow even a little. It's one the Queen held onto, and as she took me under her wing I respect her wishes. I've grown to like it myself.

Yours suits you, though. I couldn't help but admire the little wave it has when it was wet.

I feel guilty writing these things, Hawkins. You are meant for my sweet Lucy's hand and yet for some reason I cannot scrub you from my thoughts. Are you a witch? An agreeable one you are, if so.

So we will lunch and there will be much learning. You may teach me things, too - about your home, your customs, the war. Perhaps even how your hair may feel beneath my fingers, or even your -

[ there's a scratch out of ink, though with a little careful looking? one might see lips, should I feed you one of the very grapes you enjoy so well ]

Forgive me. My day has been quiet, and a little lonely. I very much look forward to our lessons tomorrow, is all.

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