His hand removed the stamp smoothly, a process that was already embedded into his head from hours of removing stamps off envelopes of information and then restamping them.
Despite him having done it multiple times though, he was nervous. His hand stopped right after they lifted the envelope's little cover and slid the letter out of it. He stared at the paper and the ink that reflected slightly on its sheet.
He was hesitating.
'Why?'
He reached for the paper and then paused again, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. 'Just open the damn letter already!' he thought to himself but yet his hand trembled. After another minute of staring at the letter, he finally picked it up and slowly lifted the folded parts. His eyes froze when he say the smooth cursive but then continued reading.
"Dear Princely Temp," it read, "My name is Axel Lewis and I am sending this letter to report to you of the recent events of the battle."
