~Only the written word hold court with the soul...~
My Lord,
Forgive my trespasses, and unseemly behavior these past nights. I fear the touch of death has affected me more fully then ever expected. I do not feel it proper for me to be seen in the company of strangers till this latest ailment has past.I would not want my distress, to cause your station any withering or weaking your standing in society. especially in these dangerous times... I will over come it and once again stand firm by your side... Till then If you are in need of anything my sister will be available. I shall remains within the confining walls of Netherfield, till I am fit for proper court once more..
Till then I am as always loyally yours.
Dabria
Lady of Netherfield Manor
~This small token of parchment and ink, will find his hand in due course..~
