Year 822, Week 36, Delta
My pompous prince,
It concerns me that instead of trying to prove me wrong about the title I bestowed upon you, you’ve decided to live up to it instead. Beyond your entertainment, I see no value in this ridiculous vanity.
The essay is coming along just fine, though writing has become more difficult after dueling class. Will I always be this sore after training? If so, I might have to give up my mission of becoming the best student in our year.
Your mother’s garden sounds lovely. The gardens on my estate back home have an entire section dedicated to peonies. I used to sit on a bench and write for hours in the midst of the blooms. It saddens me that they don’t grow here on the Whispering Isle.
If you cannot tell, I am attempting to veer away from our previous somber discussions. However, I wanted to offer, if you ever begin to feel the burden of your secrets, you can share them here.
In confidence,
Wren