Inclination

Nicholas sat at the small desk in his room, the faint light of the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the surface. His fingers brushed over the pale blue envelope that had arrived earlier that day. The neat, flowing script of his name on the front was unmistakable. Victoria.

He hesitated for a moment, turning the envelope over in his hands before finally breaking the seal. Inside was a letter, folded with precision, the scent of lavender wafting faintly from the paper. He unfolded it carefully, his eyes scanning the words as they spilled onto the page.

Dear Nicholas,

I was so delighted to receive your letter. It’s been far too long since we last spoke, and I’ve missed our correspondence more than I can say. How are you? Truly, I hope this letter finds you well.

Nicholas leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable as his eyes continued down the page.