No.1 to No.2 - Judgement Calling

Dearest Death,

I hope this finds you well and in good humour. I know we were supposed to have tea, but unfortunately I was detained elsewhere. You’ll understand of course, the game we both play is one our country dances to in its sleep. Spare me your condolences too, my Mother and I were not on good terms and in honesty I feel freed from that burden. She is at what little peace she’s earned with my father.

I also hear my brother is making some leeway with wrangling the nobles behind him, I will have to, no doubt, return at some point. I may take the long route, I do enjoy the road and the scenery, but like my father I detest a fuss and my birthday is coming up. I expect what I detest, and it makes me wonder, such social convention is so unfair. If I were Queen I’d let no-one plan what I wish to do on my own nameday. Alas, such is life. 

Anyway, I hope you and yours have more interesting things for me to hear, yes?

Best knife forwards,

Judgement