Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

I watched the wax liquify from the heat of the flame and crawl over the edge of the candle only to be hardened before it reached the base of the brass holder. Hot tears rolled over time and again until I removed the candle from it's base pointed it down toward the envelope. The flame rushed back up curving around the candle toward my hand as the wax dripped on to the fold of paper. I watched as a puddle formed and then pulled the flame away. Quickly I grabbed my stamp and firmly pressed it into the soft mound. I could feel it harden around the edges and form the embossed seal of my namesake.

I called for my page. Promptly a knock came to my door. “ Come in.”

“ You called sir?” A young man crossed the threshold and stopped just inside my room.

“Yes I need you to deliver a message.” I requested as I handed the trusty young servant my freshly sealed letter.

“ Yes my lord” the page responded in a submissive tone.

“ Trajian's Army is just over the horizon and less than a days march.” I warned.

“ Did you write the orders for your Field Generals sir?” he proclaimed with grave concern, “ I will get them forward to the front lines immediately.”

“ No, and I will not be sending you into army lines on this march.”

“Sir?” the page inquired with an air of surprise. “ I live to defend your flag of honor!”

“No this letter is to go south, to my fair love. To my beautiful wife Carill.” I turned away and starred into the night outside of my window, “ It is my last will and testament.”
"Godspeed!"