Unsent Letter
His Most August Lordship, MY LORD, CASSIMIR, LORD MALCONAIRE,
Ah, fair Cassimir, you will scarcely believe the intelligence I write to relate. Indeed, your soft lips shall part in a gape! You will be shocked as never you have been shocked before! Prepare yourself.
Now that -- given such a warning -- you are no doubt safely ensconced in a chair (would it were a throne befitting your magnificence!), I may relate my tale. It came to me by way of Lady Highsbury, who had it from Lord Xirnon, who heard it whispered by Lady Rysmouth who overheard Lord Beesley say that he had, himself, heard, as he was, himself -- I am informed -- standing at the foot of the imperial throne, when he heard Her Royal Majesty the Queen Amira say to His Imperial Majesty the Emperor, that she had heard it said -- from I know not what source -- that Her Imperial Highness the Imperial Princess Guinevere was not simply wearing purple and gold, as we saw, at her betrothal ceremony, but also, Cassimir, she was wearing green. Granted, it could not be seen, but Lord Beesley's intelligence, I am reliably informed, asserted that in her underskirt was included an embroidered scene of green woods! Allegedly some strange creatures, like wolves and foxes, or the like, were doing something or other -- I recall not. But to wear green trees...well...It is clear, is it not, towards whom her own thoughts and her own hopes bent, when it came to betrothal!
And think not that my good tidings end there! Oh, no! Lady Beesley told Lady Percelle and Lady Montrose, who told Lord Imnan, who told Lady Pavishelle, who told Lady Nymar who told Lord Ryman, who told Her Imperial Highness the Princess Cassandra, who told me that her husband, Lord Beesley, had also overheard Lord Grey calling the whole betrothal 'befuddling,' and that Lord Ruden told him that Lord Varmont's first remark when hearing of it was 'Surely not!' and that he'd overheard Lady Pushmi tell Lady Raskins that Princess Guinevere, herself, was heard to say beneath her breath by a passing servant, that it was all a mistake, as there was another!
I know how wide your eyes must be to read this! I know you had lost all hope! But we, yet, shall be brothers! When Finn weds Aoife, and you wed Guinevere, and I wed Cassandra -- we all shall be brothers! Despair not! Let that sweet head lie easy upon its lucky pillow, tonight. Let sweetest dreams whisk you away to that certain, bright future in which we all must delight! We all shall be brothers soon!
I shall apprise you at once should any other promising intelligence come my way!
Signed by the hand of him who loves you best in all the world, Your Dearest Friend,
ꉓꉻᖇᙏልር, Ꮭꉻᖇᕲ ꉓልᏝᏝᙓልᖇᖻ
