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My Dear Lord Castellian,
Sorry about the necessity of delivering this letter by the roughest possible service, but it would be unthinkale to approach you at the castle on such a delicate matter. I have long admired your loyality to the crown and neutrality in internal affairs, Understan that I only want to save your dignity from a possibly embarrassing scenario.
The problem rests in your sister, the Lady Pasipha, who though she resides abroad still communicates regularly with members of yourt. I understand and respect the depth of your sibling love and affection for one another, for, in response to a curious inquiry of mine, Lady Pasipha sent me several touching letters penned in your hand.
"Have you ever espied with delight a red berry half-drowned in cream? So I dream of you, my dearest love, pouring my soul into you, sweet, for your touch, dear, my soul is quite forfeit."
While your and I know the innocence of your fondness for the lady, the more prurient minds at crout, as you are aware, are inclined toward grotesque misinterpretation. Her husband, I understand, is famous for his jealous rages. I am of several minds on the matter, how to best avoid possivle negative reaction, and would appreciate your response at the soones possible opportunity. I will await you at Castle Wayrest.
Helseth,
Prince of Wayrest
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