One month later, a letter arrived for Mason.
I’m coming back to Camelot to visit Lux in the spring, and not because I couldn’t handle living on my own. I have a steady job, my own space to live, friends, and I’m doing absolutely fucking great. And no, I’m not giving your horse back.
And look, I can spell and write fucking amazingly now. Sometimes I missed you, then I remembered, oh yeah, YOU’RE A JERK. But Jamie wants to meet you and he won’t shut up about it, so we’ll be dropping by when I visit Merlin.
Jackson Anton Conrad Frey
P.S. I haven’t hurt myself since the day I left. So yes, I can take care of myself and I don’t need you. Once again, fuck you, I was right, and you can go shove that stick farther up your ass because since it’s never coming out, it may as well get cozy. And guess what I found out? I’m fucking nobility. That’s LORD FREY NOW. You dickhead.