[Wids]

To the Estate of Lord Segren Coldwell
From the Estate of Lady Corella du Margo
23 Flamerule


Good day to you, cousin. How fares your mother, my dearest Auntie Berecia? I have not heard from her in a crow's age! Do send to her my love, will you?

As you may expect, my birthday was a smashing success! Only two of the invitees did not attend, and my darling Lord Aidrick was among those who did. I spent so many hours sharing wine with him, or dancing with him, or talking with him on the terrace. Father was here to help me oversee the servant staff, and all transpired quite readily. I had one brief and minor episode with Anneletta growing cross with me and raising her voice, but Aidrick gallantly leapt to defend my honor and corrected Anneletta's insolence, all without my urging! He is quite the firm-handed disciplinarian. He will be a superb husband and father to my children, to be sure, and joining his lands with mine might even make for enough land and influence to elevate us into the ranks of barony. Let us hope, yes?

I spent a wonderful evening with my many other guests as well. The Vaasan ambassador is such a charmer! And he insisted on addressing me as "Madame du Margo" or "Madame d'Margo". I like it. That name has a certain exotic flair to it, does it not? Mayhap I should take this as my title. Claiming a willing hand in foreign affairs could only help me, I would wager.

But I am having more problems with those vulgar Leirans, I fear. Earlier that day, one of them truly dared to set foot in my courtyard! He claimed that he wanted to speak with me, but I have had my fill of their lies. Besides, he was surely there to swindle me out of my jewelry and mayhap snatch something valuable once my eyes were diverted. So I had him locked away and punished for a few days, and whether he lives or dies beyond that is not my concern. Mayhap the Leirans shall find the sense to pack their belongings and leave my domain, if not the whole of Damara. I trust Leira's church as much as I trust Cyric's church, which is to say that I trust them not in the least.

The barley harvest shall begin soon, and with that comes more coin for the coffers. I can hardly wait!


With Love,
Cousin Corella