If It Might Please a Marshall
Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 5:33 pm
A very proper envelope stuffed with stern parchment. The papers were smeared with little fingerprints of black sweat, an evidence that required no seal to signify its sender; yet, the wax was there, a droplet from a candle pressed in with a young girl's makeshift seal of Darkenhold.
Marshall Emory,
This past week I was involfed in a very shameful practice, nameley the condemning of a woman by verdict in court, and while I was braught forward to testifie against her,
I was driven, by what I felt was unfareness toward the accused, to stand and speak on her behalf, for I shoult wish no woman brought before the mercy of a court be treated unfairly, even if I wisht she might die.
I have come to beleave that the governor's lady Rhaena Olwak is engaging in practises outside the reasonable means of the law and has manipulated others to do her bidding, you see I have rid myself of her sigil as not to be associated with her, also I have just today resigned from her tutelage,
I was a fool once in her little playroom court and shoult not wish to be again, I would request we speak at your convenience for I trust you very greatly,
your friend,
Glour'eya Wynsee