The Priestess' Vision

A secret love letter has been found in your world - who was it intended for and what was inside?


The sheet of parchment is crumpled, and soft to the touch, as though balled up and smoothed out many times. The message is etched out in a deep blue ink, and still clear even through all the abuse.
Wystan,
I know how much more weight it has with your people that you stand alone when making these sort of statements, making these sort of negotiations. Still, I wish I were with you and not here. Even if all I could do was help to bear the burden of it in private, I wish I were with you.
The Hive is an alien place. The sun and moon are hidden, and the air is circulated by design rather than the open wind. It is hard to hear The Song here. I've learned that the citizens of the Hive are connected to the Queen by an infrasound, and this has been interfering with my hearing, whether I can understand her words or not. When she sends strong commands I feel physically ill.
Despite this, talks with the Queen proceed rather well. I find her to be inscrutable, and cold, but a very capable ruler. She is straightforward in her speech, and her motives are easy to understand, and so it is easy to word my arguments in ways she will consider. Harian has passed her trial, and she subjected me to a fragment of it: a vision. If I could escape, my will would be strong enough for her to consider what I had to say.
I must confess I almost chose not to break the illusion- it was so beautiful. It was as though she had cut into my heart to show me wishes I had dared not speak even to myself. Wystan... I dreamed that we were wed. And more than that... I dreamed of our children. They had masks, but wore feathers in their hair. They were not afraid or ashamed of who they were, and their laughter! Oh my love, the sound lifted me into flight!
It broke my heart to break free. I had not realized how badly I wanted that future... because I'd never allowed myself to imagine it. Never allowed that desperate wish to take hold. And now that it's roots are in my soul I can't help but weep when I think of it! It's a future we can never have. Even if we were to have children, even if by the Mother's grace they were healthy and whole, they would be Chimaera. The only place they could have a chance at a normal life would be in the lands and service of our enemy.
And yet for all that pain I still dream of you. I can hear The Song when we're together in my dreams. I dance with you as we did that first night, though I never hold myself back anymore when the music ends. If there were even a shadow of doubt remaining within me about our resonance it's been banished now. I love you. I need you. And I'll fight for any scrap of that beautiful future we can realize.
With All of My Heart, Ryn

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