<em>My cherished E<br/><br/>Forgive me my late response, I had taken a fever soon after you visited and was unable to think let alone write. Do not fear, I am hail again. Ah, the dreams I had, of us, of you… terrible and wonderful phantasmagorias. My delirious state did show me one thing clear – that this hell is one few survive. I have made certain arrangements so that, should I pass, you may lay claim to what fortunes I have. There is no one else to take it, no other of my family live and the friends I have do not engender any feelings of charity. Use the word I would have spoken to cease your touch – do you recall it? That word will give you all I have made in life.<br/><br/>Grim and dire. How bleak I sound. Will I ever be able to write to you with happy news?<br/><br/>I kept your letter close to me while I was recovering, the scent carried with it your voice and touch into my dreams. The heat, and weight of you, in my arms and on my chest. Such comfort I drew from it, its like I had not felt for many years. The seal was cracked when I came to read it, though I suspect that was my own doing.<br/><br/>I hope this letter finds you in peace and happiness, for you inspire both in me.<br/><br/>My deepest love,<br/>Louis X  <br/></em>