Alexander picked up the letter that Edmund had carefully placed on his table. The missive was from Brand. At long last, he had sent a reply, and Edmund had told that it had arrived during the quiet hours of the previous night.
He felt for the size of the letter and frowned at its lightweight. The envelope was slightly creased from its journey, but the seal remained perfect and intact. He crossed over to the settee and threw himself on it. Whatever reply Brand had decided to send after all this time should include his arrival for his birthday or he would make his brother suffer the consequences, he vowed.
The letter read:
'Your Majesty,
I cannot say I was not pleased to receive your letter, as you will have my head, but I can say that it found me in good health, enjoying the finest weather – which you always disagree with – but I hope that this letter finds you in the same fortunate state.'
