Septembris 6th, 367
To the hand of Father von Bearsmit,
I have written to you several times since my arrival to Lithmore, but still not enough. I trust your health is still well even in your advanced age? I swear you will live to be the oldest Vandagan man known- and it will be good will it not? But Alas- I write you to let you know of changes once more. It seems things will be ever changing here in this place.
Somehow I have come to find myself with the title of Laudate at the Theatre once more, and with a broken engagement. I do have many doubts that I will ever marry again, and wonder if it is some sort of divine punishment for something I did wrong while with your son unknowingly. I was but a child then- tried to be the best wife that I could even in my fear. I am thankful for your family though, you all became my family.. are my family. I must stop for now though- many tasks to handle.
Lord Bless and Preserve You.
All my love,
Addienna op Bearsmit