Letter Three: Altair to Whelan

To: Prince Whelan of the Realm of Waters
From: High Prince Altair

Greetings Prince Whelan,

Imagine my surprise when I walked into my bathing chamber and found your letter floating atop the water in my bath. Was that intentional? You must tell me sometime how you send a letter that floats on water, yet remains completely dry.

Intentional or no, I was glad to hear from you and so soon.

I understand too well what you must be going through right now. From the time I was a youngling, my father had me at his side learning the ways of diplomacy though I must admit I would sneak away as often as I could to the practice field to spar with the Captain of the Night Guard.

In my mind, I knew that the Throne of Night would one day be mine, but in my heart, I wanted nothing more than to run, jump, play, and learn to fight with sword and shield on the field.

I do not know why. There hasn’t been a true war in Avalon for two generations, at least, but I am told now that it is better to be prepared than caught off guard.

King Alain is very kind to speak so highly of my taking on the Throne. He does not see the daily struggle, however, to prove to merchants, diplomats, and an ever-growing list of my relations who do not believe that I am ready for the position.

It would be one thing if father had died, but his abdication makes them nervous. They second-guess me which is only slightly less annoying than when they look at me with a condescending expression that says, “Someday you will know better.”

I’m sorry to ramble on, but again, I feel a comfort with you that I do not often find in others.

As for your question, the moon will be fullest in three days time, and it would be a lovely time to share an evening meal with you near the fountain in the courtyard of the Palace. It is one of my favorite places to sit and to think with the water of the fountain bubbling nearby, and when the sky is full of stars, it is a sight to behold.

I do not know if you have ever seen the night skies from the great height of the Realm of Night, but I assure you it is a wonder.

I await your answer. I shall check my bathing chamber often!

Until then, I wish you well.

Humbly yours,

High Prince Altair

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Letter Two: Whelan to Altair

To: High Prince Altair
From: Prince Whelan of the Realm of Waters

Greetings High Prince Altair,

It was so good to receive your letter. I admit, I have thought of our conversation often, as well.

I would very much like to visit you at the Palace of Night, though I am not sure when I will be able to do so. As you know my father, King Alain, is still firmly in place here in the Watery Keep, but he has decided it is time for me to take on more responsibilities.

I have become a liaison or diplomat of sorts between the merfolk and the throne, and you would be surprised how often I’m called upon to settle disputes between the various clans there.

Still, if you will tell me when, I am sure father will see fit to let me slip away. He admires you very much. He says often that he hopes that when my time comes, I will take on my responsibilities as smoothly and capably as you have.

I fear no other Elf is capable of that, however, so father will have to take me as I am.

Perhaps, you will tell me how you’ve done it.

Humbly yours,

Prince Whelan

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Letter One: Altair to Whelan

To: Prince Whelan of the Realm of Waters
From: High Prince Altair

Greetings Prince Whelan,

It has been three days since we spoke at the Feast Day, and I would be lying if I said I had not thought of you often since we parted.

I have never met an Elf who challenged me the way that you do. I feel off kilter with you–unsure of my footing–and yet, I have never felt more safe and assured.

I hope you do not think me too forward, but I would very much like for you to visit me soon. We could have dinner at the Palace of Night or simply find a quiet corner, as we did at the Feast, and talk.

I confess that I’m not sure I’m ready to be the High Prince of Avalon, and I am certainly not ready to be High King.

I live in constant fear that something will happen to my father. He has recovered almost entirely from the wasting sickness that forced him to abdicate his throne to me, but there are times when I see the fatigue in his eyes though he tries his best to hide it with his boisterous humor and his faux anger.

Why do I tell you these things, I wonder? Why is it so easy to talk to you?

I cannot say. I only know that your presence is a comfort to me, and I would be honored if you would visit me soon.

Yours very sincerely,

High Prince Altair

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