"I will be there."
The letter ended with those simple words, written in black ink with a reddish hue.
She folded the paper back into its envelope, taking care not to mess the edges when she inserted it.
She knew the letter was not meant for her, as she just moved into the village two days ago and just spent the first two hours in her new home when the gentleman delivered it.
The intricately designed envelope had melted her conscience. She couldn't subdue the temptation to read it.
She touched the golden lines adorning the seal of the envelope. The sender must be from a noble family, she thought. No mere peasent can afford to use gold in such wasteful way, as normally the envelope will be discarded away after the letter it carried was read.
Intrigued by its beauty, again she slid the letter out and carefully unfold it.
The handwriting was very neat, unlike her more crude one. It was arranged in the loveliest perfection that it appeared to be written by no man's hand. She even compared it to her educated mother's writing, to which she admitted it completely outshined.
Most of the contents were written in a foreign language she couldn't understand, but the last portion detailed a location in English with such precise accuracy. Although she hadn't been there, she could already imagine how that place would look like.
The crackling of the firewoods broke her concentration. Shivering, she crept closer to the fire, both for the heat and light as it was getting dark in the room.
I must return this to the sender, she finally said to herself after a moment of thinking.
Hastily she made her way to her neatly stacked, folded clothes. She grabbed the warmest, most comfortable dress she could find and quickly put it on. A velvet light purple scarf caught her attention, hung across the bedroom, perhaps being left by its previous owner. She grabbed it as well, wrapping it around her naked neck because she had a feeling the night would be a bitterly cold one.
The freezing wind greeted her, kissing her bare cheeks when she stepped outside.
I would require some assistance from the local people if I am to make it to the place before nightfall, she thought.
The sun was slowly disappearing from the deep azure sky, casting a golden red light on the trees surrounding her new home. It gave her the impression of a burning forest.
With a determined heart to help returning the letter, lady Cynthia made her way to the location scribbled on the letter.
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