Marie woke up that morning and found herself alone, which in and of itself wasn't unusual, because she is a late sleeper. However, there was something different about this morning; she didn't know what, but she felt...lighter...somehow.
Marie got up and quickly dressed, then packed her bags and boarded the next Transcontinental Teleporter, which delivered her to her homeland in a matter of minutes. She always marveled at this feat of engineering, despite being well-versed in the Magicks.
Marie noticed a fine, white envelope sitting on the table by the door. Frowning, she picked it up and saw it was addressed to her, in Lecktor's perfect handwriting. Frowning still, she used the sharp letter opener to cut the end open neatly, delivering a sheet of the best writing paper into her awaiting hand. Unfolding it, she began to read:
My dearest Marie,
It is with great regret that I compose this letter. I am afraid the business which took me away from you for the holiday season is keeping me here, likely for a number of years.
It would be unfair of me to ask you to wait, so I am releasing you. Please endeavor to be happy and I will write when I can.
A large tear fell out of her eye and landed on the vellum, staining it. Marie folded the letter and tucked it into the envelope.
It was only then that she noticed the garnet ring was missing from her left hand. She stared at the empty finger, wondering where it had gone.