I hope this letter finds you well, as it will be the only one you receive from this humble one. Do not look too deeply into what I write to you. Call it a moment of impulse, a concept I'm sure you are quite intimate with.
The palace has grown quiet in the last few months. That whelp and his right hand leave frequently, off to god knows where, with that traitor trailing behind them.
I don't personally give it long before they rid themselves of his presence, just watching him causes annoyance.
