'To Victoria Lancaster.
I wonder if she misses my works. Or are they cowardly... and why do I write to her... why can't I just... physically acquaint myself? A coward Knight!
This can't be a letter... burnt over a candle frame by Prince Harry, in realization the writing was worth no second to be read! One day after his mother's lay.
The balloon show was nice, but who knew Victoria had left Prince Harry vehemently to look for Larny. She sped through the Lancaster living room, into the kitchen, out, and to the women's workers' quarters, where she was told Larny was, and lived on the first door to the second floor, left.
"The 'y'... he wrote the 'y,'" she started right after Larny opened the door... holding out the folded letter unto her.
"My lady!" Larny had replied, but Victoria was profusely energy-drained from the running she had done.
