My Dearest Tessarane,
I trust things have fared well for you thus far. Rest assured that I have kept as few eyes on you as possible, and I know not when this letter will reach you. I write this on the third day of Seedsprout, 1288TS. A few months since your abrupt departure.
Things have not gotten easier here. Refugees arrive daily, more numerous than each day before. Against Isorin’s counsel, I have decided to house them and protect them as best I can. As far as I am concerned, they are my people now. My responsibility. I worry that Nera is on the brink of collapse, but I can do nothing about it without risking my own people, and I cannot bring myself to do so.
If that wasn’t enough, I have heard rumors of unrest from the East. I worry of some deep, unknown threat there, and it is of no little concern to me that I am told this is the direction you headed when you left the kingdom. Of course, Isorin has offered to locate you and bring you home, but I have ordered him against it. You are a grown woman, and you may do as you please. Just be aware of the ones you have left behind. Do not be so careless as to rush into death, especially when you have so staunchly refused your studies of the arcane arts.
I don’t intend to persuade you to return home. I know how stubborn you are about your independence. It was perhaps your mother’s most unfavorable quality, and it both delights and saddens me to see so much of her in you. In any case, I know you have your own journey you must take. I have a few reports of the peculiar folk you have taken a liking to, and I reserve judgment, for they seem to be capable individuals.
With you gone, it has given me time to reflect on what transpired when last we spoke. I have decided that I was too harsh, and that even I am capable of blunder. So allow me to apologize for everything. The loss of your sister still weighs heavily on us all at home, but I will not attempt to excuse my regrettable actions. That being said, I feel it necessary to remind you that there was no nefarious plot surrounding your sister’s death. I know not what you seek to achieve so far from home, but if your desire is fueled by revenge, perish the idea. There is none to be had. Sometimes misfortune falls at the best of times, but fate is a cruel mistress.
I have tasked Isorin with the delivery of this letter, to ensure it’s safe journey. However, I have expressed my desire that he do so with minimal magic, as I know how uncomfortable it makes you. Still, I suspect he will ignore my wishes and make impossible haste in his effort to return to my side as soon as possible. Forgive him. He has the kingdom’s, and my, best interests at heart.
I pray to the gods above that you are safe, and for the love of all that is good, stay away from Teraldia. It may be the brightest beacon, but there lies the darkest shadows.
With my blessing,
Iyrandrar the Bold, King of Eklesia and Protector of the Southlands