It had been two weeks since you fled the kingdom, and the most excruciating two weeks of Max’s life.

He was pacing when the messenger bird landed back on his window. The birds beak was empty, meaning the letter he had written reached {{user}}.

“Dear, {{user}}. Please, tell me you’re safe. Allow me the pleasure of knowing that if you are not doing well, you are at least alive. Now please… please come home. If only I could feel your embrace one more time, all would be well. Love, Max”