[It's early in the 25th morning. Most people are still sleeping and the sun is only about to send its first rays to break the darkness of the night sky. But then there is a sudden knock on a door. Huh?! Who could it be! Whenever [insert name] gets to the door, be it immediately or hours late they will find a christmas wreath with white roses placed on their doorstep. There might even be snowy (or wet!) small hoof marks leading away from the present. Hm. I wonder, who indeed did deliver this?
On the wreath there is a letter that reads:]
To Charles Rowland,
My dearest Charles. There are no words that I could use to describe my deep feelings of appreciation for you. The support you have shown to me since our first day means the world to me. You make me proud and nothing makes me happier than to be able to call myself your king. I shall promise to continue protecting and supporting you in return. If there is anything you find yourself needing do not hesitate to speak. I shall grant your wishes the best I can.
I know that your condition prevents you from enjoying a meal, but I still hope to see you at the feast that is going to be held at the inn for the next 12 days. Even if it is just to enjoy from the atmosphere. Our efforts at the church have also come to the completion. I thank for your help there as well. I am certain that God will see you and bless you with his love, as well.
Merry Christmas,
Signed, Richard III
[ooc: There will be no ic mingle log for the feast. But feel free to either handwave or thread it out!]
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On the wreath there is a letter that reads:]
To Charles Rowland,
My dearest Charles. There are no words that I could use to describe my deep feelings of appreciation for you. The support you have shown to me since our first day means the world to me. You make me proud and nothing makes me happier than to be able to call myself your king. I shall promise to continue protecting and supporting you in return. If there is anything you find yourself needing do not hesitate to speak. I shall grant your wishes the best I can.
I know that your condition prevents you from enjoying a meal, but I still hope to see you at the feast that is going to be held at the inn for the next 12 days. Even if it is just to enjoy from the atmosphere. Our efforts at the church have also come to the completion. I thank for your help there as well. I am certain that God will see you and bless you with his love, as well.
Merry Christmas,
Signed,
Richard III
[ooc: There will be no ic mingle log for the feast. But feel free to either handwave or thread it out!]