my Lady Florida,
n envoy from across the sea hath kept me too long this week. Albania is sweet this May, but tastes of nothing without you in the room.
“ You miss me. I miss you. Let me come home. ”
unto my lady
doth humbly summon
the Lady FLORIDA
the seventh hour, this very eve
— Henry —
I. The Letter
II. Chronicle of the Realm
what hath COME TO PASS
— and the fourth that bringeth us to tonight —
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I I
The Keep is Ours
The deed is signed. Ours to hold — the gates open, the name upon the door.
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II II
The Wedding Advances
The plans move forward. Each small choice brings the day closer when I shall call you, at last, my wife.
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III III
The Envoy from Across the Sea
His court hath swallowed my daylight hours. I labour now so the nights may belong wholly to us.
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IV IV
Tonight this very eve
I would have you all to myself — not an hour, nor two, but the whole long, quiet length of the evening.
III. The Proclamation
I, Lord Henry of House Rroga,
vow to ride home
at the seventh hour.
— the night, ours alone —
RAVEN'S FLIGHT
--hours
·
--minutes
·
--seconds
until the gates of work are barred and I am thine
IV. The Evening's Plan
what awaits MY LADY TONIGHT
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I
Through the door before sundown
The work left where it lies.
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II
A long evening of us
Wine, candles, the phone put down.
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III
You — held close
Your shoulder under my chin. Your hand on my chest.
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IV
And then, side by side
We sleep in the same bed. As it ought always to be.
V. Thy Reply
doth my Lady ACCEPT?
— let the raven carry thine answer —
— the raven flies. I shall be home at the seventh hour. —
Always & Forever.