My dearly beloved,
Days have only passed and I still feel the lingering sting of your recent passing. The once vibrant halls of our manor now loom in inescapable dreariness that I cannot explain. Even with the servants going on about their daily tasks, I cannot but feel the hollowness of this place I can no longer call home. Without you to fill my days with unceasing happiness, to feel your lips against my body, I cannot but succumb to my sorrow. Yearning and desiring without a drop of hope to lift me back to my former self.
I spend the hours of the day distracting my heart with teaching music to my students and reading in solitude within the library. But somehow I cannot help but think of you and how strange! Once I thought I saw you standing in the dark by the doorway calling me to come to you. I thought myself mad to suddenly be a victim of such illusions but not once did it occur, in the dead of night you are more alive.
Oh my darling does death bring such sorrow that you wish to s