Neth 21, 4707 AR
As I write you, I am torn between feelings of grief and elation. Gunthred Ullen, my dearest friend, is dead; the victim of a betrayal unimaginable to good, honest folk. Yet by avenging his death, I have been delivered to a most noble and just undertaking. By this time tomorrow, I will be Lord Lindin Vandroxan, protector of the realm and Lord of Fort Rannik.
Even though our time apart has been brief, I cannot remember the trivialities that existed between us, nor do I wish to revisit them. I have a realm and an Order for which I am responsible, and would ask you to join me in this task as my wife and Lady.
I shall return to Sandpoint in the Spring. With your approval, I shall wed thee at Aethelstan, and then we shall take our leave and come to Fort Rannik.
Send me your answer as soon as may be.