How dare you! Cassian bloody Valenduris, you don’t know what I’ve suffered trying to reach you!

I sent a strange woman (or man, I’m not sure) a rude poem about flatulence meant to make you laugh, and then my second attempt - an incredibly aggressive, impatient, not to mention needy note - landed in the hands of Endymion Dempsey! Merlin, I could just die Cassian. All of this just to get your attention!

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!

I have half a mind to return to Italy for good, abandoned here in England as I am! Mother has been on my case about dresses and smiling and fans, and the rest of them are driving me bananas in equal right. I miss you darling, please don’t leave me to the wolves!

Now, dramatics aside, I’m sure you are very busy with work and I appreciate how hard you push yourself to be something we can all respect. I am here to support you one-hundred percent. But can’t you do some of these things from home, Cass? I’m sure I’m not the only one feeling this way. Have you even spared Vincent a second thought? Or any of your other friends? You really oughtn’t work yourself so hard, it can’t be healthy!

Have you been eating enough? Is there anything you need that I can send, darling?

P.S. - I think it’s time we retired Vito the poor fellow. He’s much too old to be trusted with carrying anything of significance anymore!

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