Letter to my Bunny.

My darling,

You must be tired.

I am already planning my departure.

I will soon be there with you.

Your cousin has returned from France.

Her protector is here with me.

You must tell Jezebel, that we wish you to be our Queen.

And we may resolve our destinies.

So you must have no trouble securing a husband.

There is plenty of honeyed fish in the ocean.

Would you rather lose your crown?

Lord Layser is preparing your coming.

Just be wary of these men.

Their love is not the same as their respect.

If I am noble enough for a queen,

I am noble enough for another.

But you are the best.

You are my world, my lady.

Nobody will ever compare to you.

We must discuss succession, before marriage.

Not the other way round.

Let our nations cherish each other, as we would.

Three kingdoms, united.

After the war, I will be coming to take you.

And we can elope to the moonlight.

I am yours, forever, yours.

I am glad you are done with the combat on your end.

We both have nobles who would have us defrosted.

Never be married on a sequence.

You must forbid this marriage.

You’ll be my queen?

And I your king?

And your master?

It’s enough that the lords are treating you like you’re not a girl.

You chose to be a man.

Because marriage is dangerous.

It only satisfies the insatiable ambition of men.

This world is a brutal place.

You women must be wiser.

Must you?

The arrangement shall be mine alone.

The soldiers are matching in the palace.

The weather itself is enough to tell you how tensed it feels.

Lord Zekiel has already made the announcement.

And the war begins.

I’m glad you are not here.

I know you hate chaos and violence.

But I’m sure we shall win.

Brace yourself.

I will bring you here when it is all calm.

Betrayal is still too much here.

Innocent people are dying.

My lady, I must beg to leave.

I do not feel well.

I cannot wait to passionately kiss you.

Remember the tree we always sat beneath?

The solders carried out their vitals.

It is now a statue of you.

My dearest love,

My little bunny,

I am told there is no joy.

But only with suffering do we know joy.

As I might share with your happiness.

It is only right if your heir succeed you.

That you marry,

And bear a child of your own.

You must lead by example.