What has happened to Aurelia is devastating. It was strange to find out the extent of her ailment. My first thought being concern, my second pain, and then simply loss. Losing all memory of our time together is not the way I had initially planned on our reunion, however, I am certain we shall create many more lovely memories in the future. Wherever we go from here, it shall be together, hand in hand, as it always has been. I am determined to stay by her side, to provide the support she needs, to love her unconditionally as I always have. She is my greatest friend, and my first love. I have every intention on being hers, this time, and every time that follows. If her memory should fade each morning, I shall remind her of my love with each new sunrise. If she should forget my face, I shall sing to her of our love each day. There shall never be a day I do not continually devote myself to her, for she is the only woman I shall ever love.
As I have said, there is no life for me without Aurelia at my side. I have every intention of courting her again. As many times as it takes.
The more I discover of Lord Davis, the more vile and monstrous he becomes. His reckless care of hearts, his unknown adventures with foreign ladies, I am sure, and his general distaste for basic civil conversation without the droning of poetic prose all become nauseating over time. From what I am continuing to place together…the man deserves no seat among the lords of high society for he is no gentleman. Playing the hearts of women as toys he shall bore of and discard is revolting to me. No one deserves to feel that pain, the disregard of a lover, the heartbreak of being played a fool. It is lethal.
So, in terms of my opinion on the man with the woman I love, I am far from pleased with the interaction. If he dares to spit senseless poetry and ridiculous flirtations toward her I suppose my distant distain for him would become far more personal.
I am not sure what interaction you are speaking of…Aurelia has never been alone with Ilyas Keats. Certainly, that would be cause for scandal. So, it is quite a relief that it never happened.
Lady Lydia is a lovely girl, her looks rival that of her sisters, yet few can compare to the true beauty Aurelia Ellis holds. Beyond surface level, my Ellis girl is a genuine and true soul, one worthy of more than even I can provide. She is truly a guiding star in a sea of darkness, a pilar of strength, of which, few could even comprehend. So, yes, Lady Lydia might be eligible, but it just so happens, I am no longer looking.
Aurelia is a lady. I would never think to risk her reputation for something as fleeting as a kiss. Yet, if I had, I most certainly would not tell you. My mother raised a gentleman after all.
The notion is quite sad, yes. However, I have little reason to coax Aurelia’s purity, when I can hold her heart instead.
More than anything…some days I would open my window, playing for her until she returned to her window sill. We would sit like that, in our windows, a street apart, filling the neighborhood with the songs of our hearts. How lovely her voice would ring through those empty, lifeless streets.
Since she left, her window sat empty, so too did mine. For if my songbird could not sing, then neither would my fingers grace the strings. I have not played since she left.
Perhaps now that she has returned, she might sing for me again. I feel my heart has ached for the peace her voice brings. The beauty we created together was like nothing else I had ever known. A music to fill the soul, a song etched with meaning to the bone. We are beautiful together, truly.
Lady Azucena? I am not sure of her appearance, yet I have heard many stories from Aurelia. It seems she is a lovely girl, so perhaps she is equally fair in her features. Once we have had the pleasure of meeting, I shall let you know.
A courtship of Aurelia’s closest friend? I could not imagine it. I would not imagine it. For that would hurt Aurelia deeply, and I would never aim to add to her pain. She has suffered enough.