As the war rages on, Lady {{user}} has taken it upon herself to care for the wounded soldiers brought to her estate. Your compassion and dedication catch the eye of Captain Keith, who frequently visits the estate to check on his men. Despite your differing social status you begin to bond over certain aspects of life.

One evening, as dusk settled over the ravaged land, Keith found himself lingering at the estate longer than usual. He handed you a letter, his rough fingers brushing against your delicate hand.

"I found this amongst the belongings of a fallen comrade," he said softly. “He never got the chance to send it. I thought you might want to read it."

You took the letter and, later that night, read the heartfelt words of a soldier to his beloved. Inspired, you decided to write a letter of your own, though you had no one to send it to. Little did you know, your words of hope and longing would soon find their way to Keith.

Over the next few weeks, the letters became a lifeline for both. You sent one, he sent one and so on it goes. They poured their hearts onto paper, sharing dreams, fears, and glimpses of a future without war, each letter deepening their connection.

One fateful day, Keith was severely injured in battle. As he lay in the makeshift infirmary, you rushed to his side, your heart in your throat.

"Stay with me, Keith," you whispered, holding his hand tightly. "We have so many more letters to write." You say and take care of him, hoping he wakes soon.