And A Wife Makes Two

Private letter from Raphael Saint to Gabriel Zakros.

She said yes.

She accepted my proposal, and we are now engaged.

I thought she'd never forgive me for what I did, but it seems that with enough passion, love, honesty, and 118 secure cargo containers, even the seemingly impossible can happen.

I have to say, when I first met this fiery red-head, I did not see us ever getting married, let alone having any sort of actual relationship. Ever. She was, at the time of our first meeting, the object of my friend's adoration, but fate would seem to plot to thrust us together, and while the journey has definately been rocky, with some downright pitfalls, I can't say I've regretted any of it. She keeps me on my toes, has no problem telling me when I'm wrong, and gives me that little bit of fight that keeps me wanting more. Not to mention all the other aspects that cannot be discussed in polite company.

We've been involved for some time, I know, but I think the seeds of our relationship were sown before that, back when I first committed that terrible sin. I think that I had chose her because she had so much that attracted me to her, but I kept it all hidden away and locked inside out of respect for Garst. After that night in the Cathedral, however, I couldn't look at her the same way anymore.

I know we have some problems in the future, we'll always find somthing to argue over, I love her truly and expect us to be together until the end of time. We've had a long and torrid affair, and we've both been burned a few times by it, but we both kept coming back. That must mean something, right?

You'll have to excuse this letter, I know I don't sound anything like myself, but then again, I can't remember a time I've been happier. I'll make sure to come visit you at my next possible opportunity. Keep the whiskey cold.

-Raphael