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Lady Danae of Stravos,
Your apology is not sincere, and so it is therefore not accepted.
Your abacus, as you have likely discovered, is rested upon this note. I worry deeply for what, exactly, has made you unwell. It has been a source of deep concern for many of us. I hope you feel the comfort needed to confide that in one of us, even if not your hated brother. Regardless, I hope the return of this abacus brings you some comfort in your misery that is laid as a responsibility I must bear. I struggle daily to find the answers to our resolution, and it seems I am on its precipice.
That brings me to a question, having read your letter, because I have not been made aware of assistance.
How, exactly, are you cleaning up my mess? What actions have you taken to improve our lot after the setback that has befallen us? This is not a question laced with cynicism or doubt: I wish to know. I would welcome your insight and your support. Regardless of how this has happened, it is upon me to right this ship, and I will do whatever it takes to see us returned to our glory.
Your aid in this would be welcome, sister. Chara supports me; our mother supports me; our father trusts me to take necessary steps. If, however, you have not taken actions to improve our lot, I implore you to do so. Seek alliances, discover who may yet warm to us and welcome us in the halls of influence and power. And when this is done, speak to me.
Use your words, not your pen.
I am your brother, not your nemesis. And it kills me to commit this to paper instead of commit this to voice. I love you, and we cannot go forward if you are unwilling to move beyond your anger. You need not forgive me for anything I have done, but you will need to support me, and trust me, if you wish your life returned. I will fight to see this done, whether you dare my threshold or no.
But I would far prefer you in my life than merely a scribe hovering at its edges.
Your brother, your guardian, and your hated foe,
Lord Elias of Stravos
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