Msa. Belcaw,
I am sorry for engageing you the other evening in the manner which I did, your fourte fartu fourtuitis presents in that marsh preserved my life and Noura's; I am no fighter but could not have perseveared were if not for your appearance. The ring I feel was not enough as payment, for I know you are a man which likes his women and I was compromised at that moment, I will wish you ought to forgive my misjudgment for I have done in the past things like a whore would do and
You must understand of Ser Catch that he is a very precious creature. He has been hurt by me, by my people, by the people in this land, more than he hurts others, of his faculties that are limited is his understanding of what is right or wrong or that which may be perseaved by others as improper.
You must understand this Msa. Belcaw: those things here in Myrken Wood which you may think are beasts often bear the greatest hearts, while those things you may believe to be innocent are as cold within their bones and blood as a tundra.
This child in my guts belongs to him. Its presents was not forced upon me by him. He is gentle, he is hurt, and he capable of bountiful love, simpleton you may think him. The condisions of this pregnancy are a complexity no letter or conversasion can easily conveigh. He believed you to be trying to do me wrongly; I shall in whatever way may be most agreeable to him attempt to make him understand, but please do not blame him for
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stupiditys of my construktion. Be easy in his presence for if you do not act as a threat to him he will know you to be a peaceable; but I have seen in the depths of his spearit what he could be capable of when leashed too strongly Msa. Belcaw and I esure you that when under the command of others, includeing myself, he is capable of dangers far more horrendous and horeific than if allowed his own freedoms.
You know all too well from what I see in your face, in the way you hold so closely to your bottle, and in the sleeplessness in your eyes, that you are aware what terrible deeds men can do to men. We are our worst monsters. But hear you I have become too filo phel filosophical for I have had two great cups of wine and aught should have another to soothe this dumb, flagrant, and implacable Jerno bitch in my brain what thinks she knows so very much and acktually knows so very little at all!
I am grateful that you are here and to perhaps even call you friend; I wish only that you should begin to learn how much can be achieved with a sword still in its scabbert.
Yours,
Glour'eya Wynsee