My darling Wife,
Malik has threatened me with bodily harm if I keep sending these every day, that and he said he would take my remaining genetalia in recompense if I didn't leave your poor father's windows alone, alas, I am not a very calm, nor rational person when it comes to you, my love. I figured you'd rather me preserve bodily features, than continue to try and find a fleeting glimpse of you.
So I suppose that I shall have to temper myself and send only a weekly update for now. Was this how you felt when I was imprisoned, helpless and desperate for word? I counted the days by making marks on the wall with, at first, my nails, eventually a stone. Neat, individual lines once I wore myself out of the urge to try and find a way to escape. There is no escape from that prison, it's on my mind, as I have a meeting with the Archon as soon as he and Malik return from some trip, to speak on the conditions of prisoners and their civil and human rights. You did that, my love. You made him listen, so I'll do my best to represent you honorably in your absence.
Punpkins, squash, sprouts carrots, and beets have all been planted now. Annie and I will be putting the reddish and cabbage in the ground this coming week, and I've procured an apple tree, and a cheery tree to place along the edge of the fence. Malik and I discussed taking the fence between the town houses down and combining the two yards. He had a better tree for a swing for Annie, and it would let us grow more for our meals, provided we shared the bounty, honestly you helped Malik buy that house with our money so I wasn't about to tell him he couldn't have a couple vegetables now and then. Should I abandon the townhouse to him and instead build us a small cottage on the main Tilani grounds? I've thought about that the past few nights, if being in the country might be more comfortable for us or not.
Restrained and Annoyed at your Brother as always,
Czora
