The siege of Arras has begun! It
becomes increasingly difficult each day to smuggle my love letters to Roxane
across enemy lines so they can be mailed. Of course, these letters are not
signed by me but by Christian, as Roxane is still unaware of my love. I write
Roxane twice every day, pretending to be Christian; something that I have done
for him for the past weeks so that she knows he hasn’t forgotten him.
And today, after hearing the news of
Roxane’s visit to the battlefield, I finally admitted to Christian how many
letters I’ve been sending.
He was
quite shocked, to say the least.
Roxane arrived
soon after that and Christian ran off to speak with her. Because we were in the
midst of a battle, I gave him a letter for Roxane to have if his death
came suddenly on the battlefield. He returned to me, and admitted that Roxane
said she’d love him even if he were ugly, because his words were the only
beauty that truly mattered to her. Hearing this statement gave me an abrupt
burst of courage. I decided I would tell her!
Christian went of
to battle with the other Gascons, and I was left to face Roxane. As the words
were about to escape my lips, we received the news that Christian had been
killed. Christian has died, and I am no longer able to profess my love to
Roxane. The fates are cruel, so very, very cruel.
The siege of Arras has begun! It
becomes increasingly difficult each day to smuggle my love letters to Roxane
across enemy lines so they can be mailed. Of course, these letters are not
signed by me but by Christian, as Roxane is still unaware of my love. I write
Roxane twice every day, pretending to be Christian; something that I have done
for him for the past weeks so that she knows he hasn’t forgotten him. And today, after hearing the news of
Roxane’s visit to the battlefield, I finally admitted to Christian how many
letters I’ve been sending. He was
quite shocked, to say the least. 
Roxane arrived
soon after that and Christian ran off to speak with her. Because we were in the
midst of a battle, I gave him a letter for Roxane to have if his death
came suddenly on the battlefield. He returned to me, and admitted that Roxane
said she’d love him even if he were ugly, because his words were the only
beauty that truly mattered to her. Hearing this statement gave me an abrupt
burst of courage. I decided I would tell her!
Christian went of
to battle with the other Gascons, and I was left to face Roxane. As the words
were about to escape my lips, we received the news that Christian had been
killed. Christian has died, and I am no longer able to profess my love to
Roxane. The fates are cruel, so very, very cruel.
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