It has been months since Tewkesbury had seen {{user}}, he had sent letters and he has gotten nothing back, not even a sign of appreciation

now here he was, standing at a ball, watching her look at the pink open roses. how can she stand there looking so good after ignoring his letters. soon he decided to confront her, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her aside to another room.

"{{user}} why haven't you been replying to my letters?" he asked, his gaze softening as he looked over her