In a country long destroyed by a war, during the times when the young gods hadn't realized that there parents had left for a war, there lived a pair of young men who were desperately in love. Below are a pair of letters they wrote, before their love was uncovered and they were put to the sword...

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Dearest James,

Of commons stock you may be, but you are royal in my eyes. My body burns with desire for you. Our last encounter was not nearly long enough. I ache for the feel of your arms around me, your breath on my neck, your legs entwined with mine as we lay exhausted on the beach. My mind calls for the conversations we have, your pointed views on the issues of the day. Your advice on the matters on hand. Your hand in mine, as we shirtless walk the shore of the bay, your tanned skin a contrast to the white sands beneath our feet.

My love, you are the most blessed life giving cherry to the boredom of the shrubs. Come let me taste your sweet fruit again. In our cottage on the boughs so green, let us slake our love.

You, most beautiful of men, let my eyes drink you like the cup of sweet wine you are. Kiss me with your honeyed lips. Let me know that I am yours forever.

Elijah

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My most beloved Elijah,

Let us meet again on the shore once the moons are low again. Draw me to you in the night, and let us run.

You are the finest of mare among the kings horses. Strong and willowy between my legs. A triumph of goodhood and due worship. Your lovely cheeks, reddened in the sand, your neck bedecked with jewels. I clutch you to my chest.

Eyes more beautiful than the gems of the crown, long limbs in which to be entwined. In great delight do I sit in your shadow of all things; Your conversation feeds me like apples and peeled grapes, it fulfills me more than my wife ever will. To be with you is like a banquet of sweets and spiced meat, of which I never will grow tired.

Son of this land, of you I will never tire, and will forever be filled. Your wine is the drink of the gods. Come let me touch your perfection once again.

James

Ps. Two whores have been along to tempt away from you. I wish them well upon their journey.