Dear Ari,
I wasn’t going to tell you. But I should of realised that word would of gotten to you, even in whatever backwards goat-riding town you’re in now. Would you believe me if I told you it was just a scratch? Probably not. I have stitches, everywhere and I’m not allowed to leave the hospital. They have guards posted. I think I can slip by them though. Maybe not now but tomorrow.
Demon… in the city. And the Earl Marshall demanded I not attack it, and yet lost sight of it several times as it wandered about the city. I think I’m in trouble. I disobeyed a direct order. And even as Baroness I think she outranks me. But it was stupid. Not attacking just waiting and following. For what? In the hopes that it would lead us to what? At the risk of what lives? I think they were being cowards. They were scared to attack. They jumped in quick enough once I did. I miss you. I can’t move my left arm. Not sure about this doctor he strapped me down. Don’t like needles. Don’t like hospitals.
Still alive, just.
Love, Lieny
PS. I’ve eloped with Edvard and pretty sure I’m pregnant with triplets.
