Brynleigh stands before the glowing hearth, a yellowed bit of parchment in her hands. Her brow is slightly furrowed as her sapphire eyes drift over the paper, covered in an elegant, scrawling hand. A discarded envelope, recently torn open, sits on the table nearby.
"Lady Brynleigh,
Your presence is requested by someone who greatly wishes to speak with you in private about a matter of some importance.
If you are willing, follow the instructions enclosed with this letter, as they will tell you where to go. You will be expected in three days' time, at midnight.
Come alone. You will be in no danger. Eyes will be watching to ensure that no one accompanies you. Your safety is guaranteed.
Do not share this letter with anyone. Privacy is of the utmost importance."
