---Dear Bella, 

    As I write this, I must first write,

I love you my dearest wife. My one and only, my beauty, my warrior. 

    All I have ever wished in the world is for your happiness, and now that of our little flame that now burns in your womb. That is why I came out here, to protect you so that I could come home and cherish you both till the end of time. But I'm afraid that God has denied me that privilege until the next life.

    I have been shot with a poisoned arrow, thou only grazed, and have only hours left to live, and many fewer still of my waking moments. Even now I struggle to keep my eyes open so that I may write till my quill drops and my consciousness leaves me. 

    But the only thing I must ask is to plead with God, may you and our little one not join me too soon. 

---yours, 

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