I hope you guys enjoy it. It's a little boring because it's just a letter, but I wrote it more so for myself. I'm ATTEMPTING to write letters with emotion behind them, and Property was the easiest to do so for me. Posted first is the true letter. Following it, you'll find my other horrid attempts that I completely gave up on. I realized that they didn't fit Kendall, and if he ever wrote a love letter, it wouldn't be a true one. Last two weren't edited at all.

My love and dearest Snowflake,

Did you know the first time you fell asleep in my arms, I could feel your heart beating against my chest in the tempo of a metronome. It was calm and steady, yet as strong as your bold personality. I spent hours listening to the sound, awaiting the moment you would wake up and find my hand gliding through your hair or my eyes on you. You were ineffable in that moment and remain so to this very day.

When you come across this letter, I am positive it will be with a sigh and a roll of your eyes. You are sure to see the velvet box beside you before finding the clothes for our date tonight, along with suitable shoes and jewelry. However, before you make it to any of that, you will stumble upon this letter.

Perhaps I am not as cunning with women as Calyx or as kind towards them as Cayne, but I have found that I am comfortable with that. It was not Calyx who won you over with his flirting or Cayne who slipped underneath your walls with his patience. It is I who holds you each night, who gets to see the innocence that resides in your eyes for a second each morning. It is I who gets to see you every day for the remainder of our lives.

This is not a letter describing how I feel about you, as we both know I am not sentimental enough for that nor are you. It would only show that I cannot place my feelings towards you into words, nor do I think I ever could. This letter is not a love letter, but a promise to you, my future wife.

I want you to know that I will stand by your side for eternity. I am tethered to you by an invisible string I could never bring myself to cut and that I hope never wears into severed pieces. I hope that it remains as strong as it is now, despite the many obstacles that lie ahead of us.

This is a promise that I will be there just as you were always there for me. You took your turn, and it is now mine to be your protector. I will stay by you just as you did during your first true day as a Protector.

You did not know me, yet you bravely fought for me. You were there for me in a way I did not envisage so suddenly. You were my heroine before I expected it, my heroine before you became my love. I am positive it was not easy to work with such a prideful man, yet you did so in large strides, although stubbornly at times. However, you were there for me multiple times, more than I can recall, and it is now my turn to be there for you.

I will remain by your side as the triplets grow from young, fussy tyrants into witty teenagers that resemble both of us in mind and resilience. I will be by your side when our hair changes colors with the season, fading into a softer shade. I will remain by your side when we face countless adversaries together, when we bicker until we clash.

I will be there even when you decide you have finished with me momentarily, when you decide you would prefer a more ordinary life. I will be there to reassure you, to make you see reason, and to bring you back to your senses. If my life proves anything of worth, it is that I do not give up. And I plan to convey this to you with every action, with every moment when we are declared husband and wife on our wedding day.

The moment I realized this, that I would be by your side without pause, I was with Lex and Raelynn. I did not know how deep my feelings for you were, that they would last past a decade. I did not know that I would have children with you nor did I know that I desired to call you my wife. None of this was apparent until this very moment.

When I looked at the two of them, I saw the love between and around the pair like a blanket cocooning them. This is what I saw whenever I was with Lex and Raelynn. However, this time was different. It was much different for a simple reason. When I saw the two of them, it was you, my love, that crossed my mind.

It was then I came to the sudden realization of the above. You became my largest desire, almost a need. It is silly to say such a thing, but I felt as if I could not bear the thought of my life without your presence in it. To this day, this feeling has not changed.

Whenever you feel as if my feelings have shifted towards you, I wish for you to look at this. I can say without hesitation that a year from now, ten years from now, and even further down the line, this letter will remain true. Each paragraph, each word written will remain honest and strong.

This letter is my promise to you, my Snowflake. This letter is my promise that I will not leave you, that I will never call another my love. This is a promise that our future is sealed permanently and that I will savor each moment of it, regardless of how bad it gets. This is a promise that I will be, and am, yours.

                                                            Your Fiancé,

                                                            Kendall Gordon

ATTEMPT ONE (This was the very first attempt at the letter. I found this one to be too romantic and unrealistic for Kendall. It sounded more of something Cayne would write.)

My dearest Snowflake,

I thought perhaps it would be fitting to explain how I came upon the endearment, Snowflake. It has taken you quite some time to get acquainted with it, almost as much time as it had taken for you to realize your true feelings towards me. I want you to understand why I will continue to call you Snowflake, even after we become husband and wife within the next month. I want you to understand the meaning, the depth and love, behind the nickname you find so "silly".

I want to assure you it was not without thought that I did so. It was not simply because the color of your fur was as pure as snow. I knew that Snowflake was an appropriate endearment, or as close as I could come to your beauty, from the moment I laid eyes on you in the cellar. From that very moment, I knew you were unique.

Your hazel eyes were colored by your defiance, even after weeks of ineffable torture. You did not quiver in my presence, nor did your eyes waver from mine. You did not give me respect immediately because of the power my name holds, as all others seem to do.

You were the only one who still had life, who was still holding onto a thread despite the unmentionable things that were happening to and around you. You fought against us with boundless energy, although I was sure you did not have much left. Even to this day, you still fight against me with that relentless adrenaline that now pumps through our children's veins. It is one of the infinite reasons I cannot help but love you.

It is said that one person on this Earth is placed for us to love and cherish. I do not know if I believe this. Perhaps if I did, I certainly would not have fallen for you because I can say with the utmost confidence that you are not a perfect match for me, my dearest Snowflake. Before you tear this into shreds and go on a hunt for me, please continue reading.

I want you to realize this is not said with ill intent. I adore you in the sense that Lex adores Raelynn: without boundaries or limits. I, however, can create an endless list as to why you are not perfect for me.

You are impulsive. You are as impulsive as anyone could possibly be. You do not think before you act, of which I can give you several examples. It is something I could never be. Having such a trait is something that would cause any kingdom to burn down in the flames it was built upon. Therefore, any impulsive nature I may have had was smothered out until it was nothing but useless ashes.

You are also the most scathing, insensitive person I have come across in all my years. I thought perhaps that mutt would beat you to it, but even he had a deep compassion and care for something, you specifically. This is yet another reason royalty have never taken a liking to you right away. It is something their groomed minds cannot grasp, nor have the time to decipher.

You are also too abrupt, lack the necessary manners one must have when ruling, and cannot give in to your own pride no matter the situation. You, my only love, are an acquired taste and it is one I have become addicted to.

All of these are simply reasons as to why you would not flourish well in a kingdom if you did not have me by your side. You would never be taken seriously, as the royals are much too condescending to attempt looking beneath your exterior and see the priceless treasure that lies beneath. I cannot lie and say that I am angered that others do not take an instant liking to you. I am pleased with this.

It is the selfish part of me, so I will not voice this out loud. This small, greedy part of me is satisfied that others do not take time to pass your walls and see what lies inside. It knows jealousy would resurrect itself and lash out, hurting more than just my competitor.

I have worked hard to see what was underneath those near impenetrable walls. I spend years doing so and cannot express how meaningful the reward is. It is most visible at night when it is just the two of us, or when I see you with our children, no one else in the room. It is then I am rewarded for my efforts and that I realize how blessed I am. It is then that I realize perfect match or not, I would not give you up for all the riches in the world. So you will have to excuse me if I do not feel sympathetic when a simple-minded stranger does not take a liking towards you.

While you are so different from me, you manage to reflect me in more ways than one. You are like me more than either of us realizes, so much so that it causes us to crash and collide until the tension snaps back and retreats. You are arrogant, although it is less noticeable than my own. But I do notice it when your eyes sharpen with a condescending look or when your overpowering confidence causes others to look down and acknowledge the dominance you refuse to give to anyone else. You are cold, deceitful, and proud. It is as difficult to siphon water out of a rock as it is to get along with you. Yet each trait or aspect I have named are just reasons I am profoundly in love with you.

The reason I have mentioned all of this, the differences and similarities between us, is because you are unique. Those have shaped you, my love, into the being that I cannot bear to part with. They have created the nature that I am intrigued by every single day and have yet to find dull. You nature is filled with many things from your personality to your little quirks, and it is what makes you so unique.

I may have not known from the very beginning that you prefer being held at night rather than in the morning or that your constant ear nipping is a sign of affection. I may not have known that you enjoy cheesecake more than anything or that you find pleasure in wearing shirts I've tossed on the ground. I may not have known many other things I have come across over our rapturous years together, but from the moment I laid eyes on you I knew you were unique.

Your uniqueness is why I chose to call you by Snowflake. It was not meant to degrade you in any sense, nor was it supposed to claim you. You are as cold as one, chilling others from a simple stare. Yet you are as exquisite in appearance, capturing myself in a trance every time you talk. You transform as easily, turning from a gentle beauty into an angry tigress in a matter of seconds. You are still, and will always be, as unique as snowflakes are.

ATTEMPT 2 (Similar to the first attempt. It took the same turn and I decided to try a whole different route, which worked better for me.)

My dearest Snowflake,

I thought perhaps it would be fitting to explain how I came upon the endearment Snowflake. It has taken you quite some time to get acquainted with, almost as much time as it had taken for you to realize your feelings towards me.

I want to assure you it was without thought that I did so. It was not simply because the color of your fur was as pure as snow. I knew that Snowflake was an appropriate endearment, or as close as I could come to your beauty, from the moment I laid eyes on you in the cellar. From that very moment, I knew you were unique.

Your hazel eyes were colored by your defiance, even after weeks of ineffable torture. You were the only one who still had life, who was still holding on a thread despite the unmentionable things that were happening to and around you. You fought against us with boundless energy, although I was sure you did not have much left. Even to this day, you still fight against me with that relentless adrenaline that now pumps through our children's veins.

From the moment I met you I knew you were unique. You did not quiver in my presence, nor did you bow to me as all others did. You did not give me respect because of my status, as all others do. You were defiant from the beginning and still hold that mischievous glint in your eye that I cannot help but love.

It is the reason I came to the decision for your endearment it took you quite some time to take a liking to.

Perhaps that is what drew me towards you. You lacked the sophistication I had been bred into, that I had been surrounded by my whole life before you came into it. You were something new, something I had never expected. You were what I had no experience with, yet you became the one I held closest to my heart.

It is said that there is one person that is most suitable for us in this world. If that is true, it certainly is not you. You are so unlike me that there was a higher chance of us continually clashing against one another than there was of us sharing a life together.

You are impulsive, something that I could never be. Having such a trait is something that would cause a kingdom to burn down in the flames it was built upon. You are also much too sarcastic for any royalty to take liking to you right away. Sarcasm is something the royals cannot understand, nor have the time to decipher. You are also too abrupt, lack proper manners, and cannot give in to your pride no matter the reason. You, my love, are an acquired taste and it is one that I have become drunk on.

I would say that perhaps opposites do attract but even that saying is not fitting for you. You are so much like me, so much so that it causes us to collide together more often than not. You are arrogant, although it is more subtle than my own. You are cold, deceitful, and proud. It is as difficult to siphon water out of a rock as it is to get along with you.