Dear Helen, I have grave news from the King. Our mutual acquaintance The Baron has been seen with several legendary killers of note. Truth is our king feels that he may be sending assassin's after me for what I have uncovered, I fear to mention it even in my journal but dark days may be ahead for our prince. I chanced a glace at your portrait I keep close to my chest, it steels my nerves for the horrors I must visit upon the kings enemies.

Vivid visions did fall upon my mind last dusk. I stood at a ruin of a mighty city, the ash was inescapable. Sweet burning smoke rose from my former place of residence and the old river was even on fire though I dare not know the cause. What terrors could cause such destruction on our great home. It is times when my faith is tested that I look to your photo and know the only sanctuary a man may know is the love of one so fair.

In attempting to uncover a murder just a simple case for my prince I have been tested and yes I am found wanting but all my darkest moments mean nothing if I die having never returned to you dear Helen. You are my rock and my foundation, the whole of creation may make God's of tales of mythical fair to bestow honors to and glory for but who I pray tell is as lovely as my dear Helen. In the land of wild dreams your the only steady hope and my angel if ever there was one.

Yearning in me to know you once more as those long ago visits on that long ago world of dreams sends thrills into my being. On the whirlwind we have often held conversation to my great satisfaction yet I must pray that your safety is my top concern. To know a woman of such strong will and so stubborn conviction to withhold messages from me is very odd to tell in the least. I have been in a state of pure constant confusion as to why your letters do not arrive in the post. Time from time I wonder why my good prince would not allow letters to be delivered on the front, as I see my fellows receive letter from their loves I can not deny my eyes are green with envy. Even out here in the bitter road of hell my only comfort is your long faded image.

Fear not I often have moments of doubt and fear like all other men I breath and feel pain of lonely nights. When the rivers run red with young men's blood and the bombs will not cease their annoying bursts all I worry about is why I have not gotten a letter from my dear Helen. To hold my Kamalot in my armies left and right would send thrills like none I have known since I was sent back into these shadow lands. Even convicts I am told may see their lovers how low am I that I may never gaze into your eyes or feel your warm embrace.

I must be scorned more than the devil to my prince for him to banish me here without care for even an ounce of my need as a man to hold his dear wife. In times of old men would kill for being held back from hope and from happiness. In the land where they claim you may purse happiness I am chained to a wall of iron and rot. Real talk here sweet angel dear if I had half a mind I would punch my prince right in his face for putting a giant ocean between us.

Fear not I am a man still and nothing in this world or any other may keep us apart, all of creation be damned if they think they can. I end this entry with a xoxo and another oo for that legendary hug is needed now. All My Love Helen.