A letter for miss Verity Willis

The envelope and letter are both extremely high quality paper, champagne in colour and rich to the touch. It seems almost odd then that it is otherwise so simple. Viatorus had spent far longer than he should have needed to, to try and find stationary on hand that didn't proudly display the family crest on every page. No, this... this was just him. A full envelope containing several pages of his best intentions.

Unlike all his other writing, he has clearly made a valiant effort to write beautifully and consistently, despite his habit of scrawling, rapidly changing handwriting. There was time put into this. And care. The last dregs of a currently exhausted man to bridge a gap of misunderstanding and miscommunication. Talking hadn't worked. Perhaps a letter would. 

Perhaps.

( It reads as follows... )