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My Dearest Marcus,

          I was remembering our days at the castle today. Do you remember when we would simply sit in the rose garden and talk? Do you remember our secret handshake? I do. I remember everything, but I fear there are things that are slipping away. I fear I have been away too long and you have found another bride. I hope you still love me. That love is all that keeps me alive.

          Anna

        “What do you think you’re doing?”

        I jumped and turned around. My letter was left on the floor, forgotten. One of the guards was looking at me, his eyes ablaze.

        “ARE YOU WRITING A LETTER?”

        I blushed but didn’t speak. He threw me across the room and picked up my letter to Marcus. He read it, causing my blush to deepen, and then threw it back to the floor. He looked over at me and spat at my face, as though he was disgusted. Then he stormed out.

        I ran to my crumpled letter. I held it close, as though it could really stand in for my Marcus. I smoothed it out and then pulled up my bed mattress, where I placed it among countless others.

        Another guard came in later. His Spanish was even worse than the last guys.

        “Show me letters. NOW!”

        I didn’t speak. I didn’t show him the other letters. A few tears escaped my eyes though.

        “Show. Me. Letters. N O W !”

        I looked defiantly into his eyes.

        “Why should I show you the letters. They’re personal and they’re for Marcus. It’s not like I’m sending them so just leave me alone you bastard!”

        I said this all in very rapid Spanish. The guard looked puzzled. He walked into the hall and began speaking in German to the other guard. He didn’t understand that I knew German did he?

        “I can’t understand a word she is saying. Do you speak Spanish?”

        “Not much, sir. Her language is beyond me, sir. I think she called you a bastard though, sir.”

        The guy stormed back into my room. His Spanish was choppier than ever.

        “You call me bastard?!? You say this?!? You know who I am?!?”

        I didn’t speak.

        “I Lord Camery. You respect me. You obey me. You listen. I not nice. I mean. You remember. You be nice.”

        I turned my back on him. What happened next was a blur. I remember a sharp pain in my hair. And then I remember my face hitting the unrelenting stone wall. Then the quiet darkness surrounded me.