A Letter Handed Secretly

Dear Easter,

It seems you have cut me some slack. I could see you stifling your laughter when Lady Meril was brought away. Well, I suppose that's what she gets for denigrating your poor ego. What a soft and fragile heart my poor little brother has. Will you recover enough for the evening feast tomorrow?

You are quite the puppeteer, the demagogue. Is swaying the nobles that simple? I ought to try less next time. Perhaps that's why you get along so well with the puppet.

Honestly, do we need to be so secretive with our letters? I feel like we are starting to act like Mother, always overly cautious. I suppose being cautious is better than being ignorant, though.

You know, I saw you in the firefly garden today. You seemed to be enjoying it. The way you brushed the lights was amusing to watch. The way you walked was so ebullient, I feel like you would break into song and dance. I almost wanted to approach you and call out your name, to see how fast you would instantly switch back to being cold and composed.

When a person is free, their vitality knows no bounds, I suppose. Being out in the gardens is better than being locked up in your room anyway, so enjoy it while you can. (I don't mean to be didactic) I'd like to see more color return to your face as well. You are too pale.

I sent a spy into the Tarnin household this morning, and she has come back fast. According to her, Duchess Tarnin wrote a diatribe criticizing the Royal Family and the government system. Seriously, if they hate us so much, why not move to the Southern kingdom? I don't understand these people. Well, anyway, I can use this in the trial. Even if he is proven innocent by witnesses or whatever, their family is still unreliable and exploitive.

The day after tomorrow is the last day of the festival, where a masquerade ball will be held. Do you know what mask you'll choose?

Let's dance together~

Osiris