His head tilted as he slowly got up, starting to rub the sleep out of her eyes with the palm of one of his hands..he gently picked up the note and it read-
My dear prince,
Did you know that you have a dimple on the left side of your mouth? A small little crease, an imbalance and yet somehow so very endearing...I find myself longing to see it. To see you smile by my own design, to be yours again. I suppose that must sound foolish to you. You, who I left behind and yet could not abandon-I will NEVER stop fighting you, my prince. After all, what would happen if I did? Would I ever see that smile again, or those kind eyes....I have to think not. You asked me why I didn't end our fight. Why I didn't kill you when given the perfect opportunity. I didn't answer you then, but I'll answer you now....how could I possibly kill that which I love?
Your Villain,
Varian.