Dear Father,
Surprised to hear from me, are you? Forgive me for not writing more often. I pray that you and Mother are well and safe. I've heard rumors here and there of trouble brewing in the lands near you, and I hope you'd tell me if the farm were ever threatened in any way. You would tell me, wouldn't you? I know I haven't kept in touch like a good, dutiful daughter should, but you know, I would be most pleased to hear from you at times, too...
I'm afraid my reason for writing to you is a somber one. First, I want to thank you for generously bestowing your blessing on Lainric's marriage proposal some time ago. He did, in fact, ask me to marry him, and I happily accepted. I thought life could never be more blissful, and I looked forward to every waking moment, planning our future together.
You may notice that I speak of him in the past tense now. That is because he has disappeared. Now, don't let your thoughts wander into territory that would paint him as dishonorable, or someone who would flee his promise to me. Nothing is further from the truth. He was everything that an honorable man should be, and more. No, some misfortune has befallen him, and kept him from returning home. And knowing him, knowing that nothing short of death would keep him away...I am left to believe that it is Death that has found him.
And so, the happiness that I had hoped for is no more, Father. I am, once again, your rootless child, wondering why she's thousands of leagues from the Mark. Don't mistake me for an ungrateful soul, however. I have friends here who are dear to me, and a home, and noble work to keep me busy. But, something is missing. Something I can't quite name.
Forgive me, I will ramble no more. I send you all my love and wishes for your and Mother's well being. Please do stay safe. If there is trouble, write to me. I mean it, Father.
Your Daughter,
Brynleigh
