Sope,

Eighteen months. That was the time agreed. I do not know if that time has passed, truthfully, but it likely nearly has, if not already.

My love for you has not dimmed, but we both know that, sometimes, sacrifice is a necessity in carving out our path.

While I know you are bound to Tyranny, I had some hidden hope that I may loosen those bonds. I understand that was a foolish dream, kept alive by my cowardice in committing to a choice.

I am making a choice. Perhaps our vision may align again in some future time, but for now - our paths are separate, and so must we be, too.

The strongest binds can bolster us, but also hinder. To move forward, to embrace my path, I sacrifice ours to the pyre.

My weakness burns us alike. I will move forward from the fire I have built and cast us, and our marriage, upon.

Alone.

- Kef

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 5th of Slyphian, in the year 11 AC.