A Fourth Letter from a Bird

Dear Easter,

Quite abstemious is mother's appetite recently. I'm not sure if she believes that losing weight will abrogate the crime in this kingdom. Today, the town is quite bustling. I wonder if you have had your encounter with the locals already. I heard a popular womanizer accost a man in a drunk fashion and yelled out all his family's secrets. Then, he demanded at gunpoint that the man pay him for the blueprint of his house that he handed out.

What an abject and lowly man. To think women find those kinds of drunkards attractive. I heard he was the son of Duke Sterin. Many maids called him a charming lad, but I suppose women have low standards.

Anyway, after Lord Sterin abjured all of his belongings, his privacy, and his pride, he is still in abnegation that he did anything. Perhaps he was too drunk he had forgotten. I suppose that's what Duke Sterin gets for giving all of the family's information to a drunkard womanizer son.

Of course, my acumen makes me quite popular as well, yet I do not understand such men. Why would women wish to be with them than a pretty, smart, charming, and rational prince like me? I fail to understand why.

Almost the unfortunate death of Lady Marion seems to adumbrate the fall of many well-respected houses. I heard that Elias of the Tarnin family is the biggest suspect, but I think the public is just pointing fingers. Of course, I'll just sit here acting pretty on my throne, and nod at whoever the nobles think did so. It'll only aggrandize my respect. I think this is a remarkable idea.

After Lord Sterin and Lord Tarnin adulterate their family pride, I wonder who's nose will fall off next, or, who's head.

Enough talk about that, I see you and the puppet are quite close. I heard you had a lovely breakfast without me, and it breaks my heart. But, have you gotten any sleep? You worked quite late into the night, and your health worries me too. Perhaps you should sleep more to make up for my incoming sleepless nights as well. I'm afraid, with such an important person's death, (if an uglier woman died, nobody would've cared) I'll be quite restless. I wonder if you can come to the trial, however one-sided it will become.

Your brother,

Osiris.