My Love,

Now before that grin reaches your ears, perish the thought that this letter was my idea. 'Tis Kieran who would not give me peace until I wrote to ask how you are faring. Regale us, if you please, with another of your tales that I might read to him in bed. He is particularly fond of those wherein you spur mischief whilst you save the day.

Thank you for your most delightful gifts. I shall make certain to wear them the next time you come home. Dream of me until then, Hero of Feredlen, and have a care.