Slowly but surely, his aim of surviving the High King's political suffocation was becoming a reality. Despite the pressure that was being put on him, he was building the sort of base that he needed.
Then, it was time for the other letter. He was surprised to feel a small feeling of dread as he looked down on it. Was he really as worried about the situation as Asabel? It wouldn't have been strange for him to be – it wasn't the first time he'd worried about meeting her. But now their positions were reversed. It was he that knew Asabel's weakness – though he didn't see it as a weakness. And her, that dreaded him spreading word of it, but still insisted that he did, as though it was the honourable thing to do.
He tore it open before he could overthink it any more heavily. Inside, there was a single bit of stiff paper, with a simple line written in it.
