[Good day to you Argenti! How are you? Good, I hope. Now that you're back from dead and all. ANYWAY. Whatever he might be doing, Argenti is suddenly visited by a certain white boar. There's a both red rose and a handwritten letter addressed to him on his mouth.]
Salutation, Argenti of the Knights of the Beauty. I hope this letter finds you well and that you are fairing despite the grim events that took recently place. There is no words that'll do justice to the remorse I am feeling for the nature of my actions, especially when aimed at your person. I hope you'll accept the gift of red rose and open your heart to the possibility of forgiveness. If not I completely understand.
Signed, Richard Plantagenet, The Duke of Gloucester.
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Date: 2024-08-29 07:10 pm (UTC)Salutation, Argenti of the Knights of the Beauty.
I hope this letter finds you well and that you are fairing despite the grim events that took recently place. There is no words that'll do justice to the remorse I am feeling for the nature of my actions, especially when aimed at your person. I hope you'll accept the gift of red rose and open your heart to the possibility of forgiveness. If not I completely understand.
Signed,
Richard Plantagenet, The Duke of Gloucester.