"And to those that I will feverishly love but have not met in these years of life, I wish fervently to hear of all these memories you are making this day that once when I see your face reflecting your reminiscence of mirth or heartbreak or melancholy or ire, you will have my words and warmth to soothe you."
~
Princess' Residential Chambers,
Crowning and Imperial Castle,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Saturnday of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
"I cannot write to you of all the horrors that I am enduring, but I am beginning to lose colour after the experiments. The potion has been brewed to finality. This signifies that my worst nightmare is coming to see fruit and that I will be killed soon. I wish to escape before such, but to do so secretly, to ensure that I am not found."
