Lucien stood in the study, the morning light streaming through the tall windows. His gaze fell upon the desk where Blaise had left a note the previous day. He approached the book it was hidden in and picked up the letter, handling it with care. Tucking it into his vest pocket, he made his way upstairs to his room, where he could read Blaise's words in solitude.
Sitting by the window, Lucien unfolded the delicate paper, his eyes scanning each line penned by Blaise's hand.
"My Dearest Lucien,
I hope this letter finds you well, though I fear it will not. I am truly sorry for the pain I have caused you. The thought of it weighs heavily on my heart, and I wish I could undo the strife I've caused between you and your father.
I am grateful for your efforts in keeping us safe, even though it means I can't open my window anymore (as I am also affected by your methods of protecting the house from Raphael). It reminds me of the lengths you've gone to protect me.