The Unaddressed Letter

Bylur sat within his drawing room, although he used it more as a reading room. 

It was a peaceful day. His errands had been easily completed and he sat in complete bliss drinking his white chocolate latte and listening to jazz off his stereo.

The nearby town didn’t even have any problems they needed assistance with, not that the sleepy helmet really required much assistance; however, it served as a fantastic place for Bylur to guide Finnian on how to be the kind of Sweetical the young lad wanted to be.

He perked up as a knock came upon the door. After addressing them to come in, he saw the minical that worked his farms, Citrine, holding a letter.

“‘Ello Sir! Sorry bout the disturbance! I know ya like yere down time in the afternoons. Some chap down this ere letter off.”

He took the letter pondering the contents inside. It was unaddressed but clearly the sender had put a considerable amount of time into crafting its appearance. 

“Who was it from Critine? It’s not addressed.”

The Moomoo shrugged and shifted his weight to the other leg.

“I wish I knew. The lad that dropped it off was a sweetical for sure, I could smell the sugar on him. But he was gone in a flash! Just dropped the ‘etter off on the step and off ‘e went!”

Bylur cupped his chin with his free hand, deep in thought. This was a mystery. A Sweetical in this area that Citrine couldn’t recognize? Not only that, but they also were brazen enough to drop off an unaddressed letter.

Curiosity got the better of him as he retrieved his letter opener. It was easy enough to cut under the wax seal and twist the twine off, relieving the contents inside. Not that he doubted Citrine’s ability to deduce whether the sender was a Sweetical or not, the scent of confections that wafted from the parchment certainly sealed the deal.

Bylur could see his minical standing next to him waiting for the contents of the letter to be shared with him, with a sigh he donned his glasses and began reading.

Dearest one,

It truly has been quite some time since I’ve last seen you within my grounds. It isn’t difficult for me to imagine your lips upon mine, the way they felt so soft and sweet in ages past.

I always seem to think of you around this time, perhaps it’s due to the couples that flaunt their love to anyone around to look? Regardless, it’s taxing to be away from you. I wish you would come back, though I understand why you had to leave.

Apologies if I cannot muster the courage to deliver this letter in person. I simply couldn’t bear to see your face as you read this, my heart out on display to you. What if you should turn me away? What if you had already found another to replace me?

Charmer, is this what Rosaline felt as she looked upon Romeo’s corpse hand in hand with another?

As he read those few words, Bylur felt even more confused. Charmer? No one had ever called him by that name before. And this letter left a sour taste in his mouth. 

Then it hit him: this letter wasn’t for him.

It was for Finnian.

He carefully refolded the letter and rewrapped the twine around it, his face red with embarrassment.

Of course, he didn’t MEAN to read this rather intimate correspondence; Finnian was mature enough to understand this, right? After all, the letter hadn’t even been addressed, yet it was delivered to his estate with no explanation left with it!

 No, Bylur had to compose himself; this was not how a Sweetical of his station should act.

He took a deep breath before collecting his coat. He needed to deliver this letter to it’s intended, with an apology for reading it…

With much luck, Bylur quickly found Finnian assisting in helping a man carry a large amount of goods to a nearby cart. After the job was done, Finnian addressed him.

“Bylur, Sir. Did you need something?”

“Yes, you see this letter was delivered,” He handed the letter to the younger Sweetical as he continued to speak, “Alas, since it was not addressed, I read its contents.”

He watched as Finnian opened and read the letter himself.

Finnian was rather stoic. Was he simply hiding his anger about this or was he truly unbothered? He did not have the people skills to read others in this nature, perhaps it was something that he should work on in the future?

After a moment Finnian began to laugh, and no mere chuckle but a fully doubled over sucking in air laughter.

He wiped away the tears from his cheeks still smiling.

“Sir, I’m so sorry you had to read that! It’s from a friend of mine. It appears he was playing another one of his jokes.”

“Ah. A joke, I see. Well I am certainly glad that it wasn’t a serious letter.”

Finnian shook his head, the two snakes on either side resting their heads on his shoulders for stability. 

“Nah, that guy is always playing like this. Sheesh, I wish he hadn’t pulled you into it. It’s quite unfair to you. Maybe someday, he’ll stop sending me letters telling me about his undying love. If he truly loved me, he’d simply show his face.”

Bylur could almost sense a hint of sadness within Finnian’s tone as the younger sweetical walked away back towards the manor.