You can catch up with this story by reading Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X, Part XI, and Part XII. (Or click the tag on this post at the bottom to see all of the pieces in one spot.)
I received both of your most recent letters.
I am weary. I took them to the grove and sat for a long while with my lap desk, troubling myself over the manner in which I ought to respond.
I decided after much thought that I would take this risk. Your words awoke something in me that I have not allowed to stir for some time.
To answer your question, Drake knows some. He knows who we are, and he knows of our promise. I fear the rest is perhaps too complex and fraught, though perhaps I also am not giving my husband enough credit. He is at times as pragmatic as either of us, and I believe he understands that pragmatism, even when in full force, does not create a zero sum that precludes the simultaneous existence of love. Some pragmatic acts turn into authentic affection.
This game continues to tire me, and I cannot help but feel that there is something on the horizon, Evermyn. Perhaps we are coming to the end at long last. You may ask what has changed; I cannot say. All I know is that when Drake and I tuck little Drake into his bed at night, there is something within me that I have never felt before. I never thought I would have another child. It makes all of this seem somehow more urgent, even though I am well aware that hastening the end of our work means hastening other ends as well.
I have been fortunate to live the life with Drake that I have lived.
If we are truly at such a crossroads (and I trust your judgement on the matter), it may be time to take steps.
There is little else here to report. Or rather, nothing of import, really. The city council voted to rename the village in Drake’s honour, and with the typically predicable level of creativity, have named it Draketown. Little Drake will need his ego punctured at regular intervals if we are not careful.
I trust that you will keep yourself close, Evermyn. Come visit us if you are able.
Note from Vanhelm University: This lines up with the city records in Draketown, dating this letter in 5821, as expected. -Prof. Ilis Correl
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