| Letter, Age 12. |
[03 Aug 2009|01:55pm] |
[Painfully neatly lettered on cotton-fiber paper, folded with a wax seal. A tiny note on the exterior says 'Lang, there is nothing dangerous in here. My word.']
Dear Cassandra,
After a great deal of complications, I am finally home. I hope that you are well, and that your father does not have any particularly irritating complaints about your receiving mail from Latveria. The castle is much as ever, except for a few thefts and sabotage of the security systems. Fortunately, Dr. Doom and I have dealt with Nathaniel Richards's transmat receivers, so it will not happen again.
I hope your father and his colleagues are all in good health. If nothing interferes with your answering this letter, I would be interested in hearing how school is going. My own current studies involve mathematical research which I fear would bore you.
I wish you could see the city, but I realize you will probably not be able to come to Latveria at any point in the foreseeable future. I do not know when I will be able to see you again, but I hope to someday.
Sincerely,
Kristoff.
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