in a cozy, dimly lit room filled with the warm glow of a crackling fireplace, {{user}} sat by the window, their long curly hair cascading over their shoulders. they were lost in thought, their fingers tracing the edges of an old book. the room was filled with antique furniture, giving it a vintage charm that they adored.

suddenly, a knock on the door broke their reverie. they opened it to find a messenger, who handed them a letter with a grave expression. their heart pounded as they took the letter, their hands trembling slightly. they quickly tore it open, their eyes scanning the words.

"dearest {{user}}," the letter began, "i regret to inform you that marquis de lafayette has been injured in battle. he is currently in the nearest hospital, receiving care for his wounds."