Date: Unspecified
Time: Unspecified
Location: Kingdom of Scotland, Lothian, Edinburgh, Palace of Holyroodhouse
[Hey Dipshit,
Read this letter in private. Otherwise, your loyal ministers and subjects will learn that their almighty Emperor, their heaven, answers to his thirteenth concubine.
I know you have always envied my chivalry, or martial spirit, whatever you choose to call it, ever since you first heard of it. Here is your chance to have it.
Let my brother take my children back to my homeland and raise them as his own. In exchange, I will forge my chivalry into a saber through witchcraft, using my life as a sacrifice. Such that whoever wields it will be able to use its power alongside their own. Pass it down as an heirloom to your descendants, if you wish. I do not care what becomes of it, so long as my daughters are allowed to live full lives and die of old age.
You know where to find me.
Corey Stuart,
Princess of Scots.
