To Theodoric Severne, penned 6/23

[Aurelia Whitstone]

Sent by Raven to Nemea, afternoon.

Theodoric,

I pen you today as yet again a woman in grief. It seems that Amalthia wishes to rip everyone of love and importance from my life. To tell you, a loving husband, breaks my heart almost as much as losing her. Amalthia has come to The Eagle’s Nest and stolen my sister from us. Marilynn died before before my eyes, her last words speaking of love for you and for myself.

She wished for me to tell you she loved and she is sorry, but she has nothing to be sorry for. She was amazing in her life, and her death is not her fault. Her heart was always for the people, for those whom she wished to guide. If I could back, I would have raised the alarm, forced her not to go. Perhaps the fault is mine for that, but I believe Marilynn would have found a way. When she was determine, no one could stop her.

Even now your brother arranges the priests to prepare her for funeral. The bells toll loudly around me, an audio reminder of what a wonderful person she was.

If there is anything at all you request of me or the family here, please do not hesistate to write.

Love,
Aurelia Ashpool Severne Whitstone
Your goodsister