Dearest Tina,

  I hope you're well.

  It's been a while since I've last seen your letters. I wonder if you're seeing these letters that I write to you. I doubt that you do, but I can't help but write them anyway.

  How has school been? Did you end up getting that new dorm you wanted so badly?

  I wish I too could do magic.

  With such power at my hands then I would have more control over my life.

  You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.

  Father has decided on the man I'm to marry. A wealthy Knight by the name of Sir Blyth. He's handsome enough, but that's exactly why I'm so worried.

  I'm not beautiful. Not at all.

  Mother often recoils at the sight of me. And all the boys I've met have called me ugly, amongst other things.

  I— I don't know why I'm telling you all this. I doubt you'll even see this.

  I suppose... I just wanted to vent. I'm sorry.

  It's just, after reading all your letters that appeared in my journal one day. I felt... a sense of kinship. Like we were truly friends.

  I've never had a friend. Not real ones anyways.

  I can't help but think that you're also a figment of my imagination. Like the whispers and the people in the shadows. But I also have a weird feeling that you're real.

  I miss your letters. I truly do.

  I hope you won't mind me writing to you.

  Kindest Regards,

  D