Page 283 of Between Two Kings

Leo’s Letters

Tem,

I am only writing these infernal letters upon your request, and I wish to state for the record that I think it is a stupid idea. But since I have no other ideas myself, I suppose I shouldn’t disparage it. Any idea, no matter how stupid, is worth trying at this point. I have to get you out of my head.

Yours,

Leo

Tem,

I told the caterers to make that soufflé tonight—the one we had when you stayed in the castle. Do you remember? Do you remember how I fed you a bite, then you kissed me on the cheek? I swear I felt that kiss for hours.

I would give anything for a kiss like that from you right now. Just one.

Yours,

Leo

Tem,

Dinner was torture tonight, as it is every fucking Sunday. Every time you reached for your whiskey, I thought you might be reaching for me. To make matters worse, your brute of a husband simply sat there and stared at me the entire time. Doesn’t he ever eat? Don’t answer that. I don’t want to think about what he’s been eating when it’s all I want to eat too.

Yours,

Leo

Tem,

Are you aware that every time you come here, you look more beautiful than you did the time before? How dare you look like that. It should be illegal to be so stunning. And don’t think I don’t notice when you wear something low-cut. I know you do it for me. And I know you know I know. Stop doing that.

Yours,

Leo

P.S. Never stop doing that.

Tem,

Agony is too kind a word to describe these fucking dinners. I will never forgive myself for suggesting them. Knowing they are my only avenue to see you is the only reason I allow them to continue happening. That, and I like how angry your husband gets whenever I look at you. He practically cracks a tooth when I make you smile. Imagine what he’d do if I made you come.

Yours,

Leo

Tem,

There has been unrest in the village. My people are not happy. I’m being pulled in two directions—toward them and toward you. I don’t know what magic you cast at our wedding, but you are always at the forefront of my mind. Even when I’m with Evelyn. All I think of is you.

Yours,

Leo

Tem,

I was late to dinner tonight. And when I arrived, you looked like you’d just been fucked. You know how I know that? Because I’ve fucked you before, and that’s how you looked after I did it. I assume you let your brute of a husband fondle you in the foyer. I swear I could almost hear you moaning for him. I rubbed my cock raw all night thinking of you moaning for me.

Somehow, despite my better judgment, still yours,