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My love,
My dearest Trevelyan,
Inquisitor,
I am not good at writing as you know. Nonetheless I want to get my thoughts down on paper. Or try. It seemed important to me. Though now I have a quill in my hand I am uncertain.
Thank you.
It was good of you to attend my coronation despite… well everything. I couldn’t have I would not have wanted to attend such a momentous occasion without you by my side. I wish you could have been by my side instead of being part of the Inquisition contingent.
I miss you already.
Divine Victoria I. It hardly seems real.
I have you to thank for this. I could not have done this without you. As much as I miss Justinia I do not regret the circumstances that lead me to you. Had I known how important you would become to me I might have tried to be polite at our first meeting. Then again even you are not immune to my temper.
I am glad we got the chance to love one another, even if this is how it must be.
It is strange that we met because of the death of one divine, and the ascension of another is the death of our relationship. It would be poetic had I the skill. I should ask one of the clerics to write something for me.
I must go, I have a meeting with Chantry representatives from Kirkwall. Trying to rebuild our presence there is proving tiresome and difficult. Perhaps I should write to Varric. No, the language I would use in such a letter would be unbecoming of the Divine. Perhaps through the Inquisition…
This would be easier with you at my side.
I trust the Maker will bring us back together someday. He would not be so cruel I will not let this be the end. Corypheus could not part us from one another and I will not let the Chantry succeed either.
I am sure I will think of something.
In the meantime: I remain yours, always.
All my love,
Walk with the Maker love,
Divine Victoria
Cassandra Pentaghast