Cassiopeia's fingers traced the words of the letter for the umpteenth time, her heart fluttering with each tender phrase. She held the parchment close to her chest, cherishing the words that brought her comfort and longing. The Emperor's letter had arrived at just the right moment, filling her with relief and yearning.
In the candlelit solitude of her private chambers, Cassiopeia read the letter once more, savoring every word written with love:
My Dearest Cassiopeia,
I hope this letter finds you well and safe amidst the uncertainties of war. I apologize for the delay in my response; the battles at the border have been fierce and consuming. But know that your letters were a beacon of light in the darkness, keeping me grounded in the warmth of your love.
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