The following is written in Greek, rather than Coptic, on the chance that it could be intercepted. The letter is unsigned but for a small heart.



Even if I don’t put a name to this letter, I know the risk I take by sending it, but going so long without seeing you… I feel as if I’m dying, Skylla. I have been so worried for you, so afraid of what lies behind the walls of the Palace. Is all well? Are you safe? Do you think it possible we might meet?



I can scarce put you from my thoughts, no matter how busy life becomes. There is so much I want to tell you, but I wouldn’t even know where to begin to write it. Just know that it’s possible things are no longer as dire as they seem, no matter how hard that might be to believe. I desperately wish I could see you, hold you, assure you in person that everything is going to be all right.



I love you. In case I can never say it again to your face, at least I can give you something tangible to reassure you of that fact. I never thought to love again after my husband, but you… gods, Skylla, what I wouldn’t give to have you here with me now, rather than locked behind gilded walls.



I will continue to pray for our reunion every day. Surely, the gods will soon answer those prayers. And when they do, know how I will revel in it.