Year 822, Week 36, Cordelia
My dearest Wren,
You’re mistaken in thinking that I need more reason than entertainment to proudly wear my title. The knowledge of your contempt spurs me forward like a cup of everleaf tea in the morning.
As for your sore muscles, I’m afraid you will be plagued with those for some time. I rather hope you won’t forfeit the class though, as I’d enjoy the opportunity to spar with you.
By our agreed-upon definition of secrets, you should know I cannot share them with you. I don’t trust that you won’t use them for your own gain. Please don’t take offense. I think that of everyone.
I could make an exception, however, if you wanted to trade. A secret for a secret?
Always your pompous prince,
Castien
Ps. I do not know how you managed to slip your letter into my notebook during battle strategy class, but I commend you for your creativity. This is proving to be quite fun.