Dear Brother,
I trust this letter finds you well. How is life in the land you chose to escape to? Do you spend your days confined indoors, or do you at least try to keep company?
Your nephew asks after you without cease. I grow weary of telling him, time and again, that I have no idea when his uncle intends to return home, and his mother is no less wearied, striving to pacify him when he flies into fits in search of you.
Ah, how are the seeds I entrusted in your care? Have you murdered them already, or do you tend them diligently?
I, for one, hope that whilst tending your flowers, you might come across a garden fairy, and find yourself utterly entrapped.
I know I say this all the time, but I do wish you would live a life different from mine. I will not have you remain so isolated and ever wary. Though the world is full of traitors and backstabbers, I still pray that you might find one soul in whom you may place your whole trust.
