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Dear L,

Thank you for your recent update. I enjoy hearing how you’re settling in as king, although some part of me is still shocked at how easily you made the transition from “mercenary” to monarch.

You’ll be pleased to know I took your advice. While Father liked to think that allowing the wardens the power of self-determination would prevent the need for a stronger hand, he was wrong (and even admitting such a thing is uncomfortable). When we needed our territories to unite and address the threat Regner presented, they chose to play opportunistic power games, costing us precious time.

They have now learned that what can be given, can also be taken away.

In happier news, Emara tells me the first fae-hybrid-human school will be ready to open in the spring. I admit, I was doubtful when she introduced the idea to me. But she— with enthusiastic support from your own queen—was not to be deterred. Just days ago, she convinced me to visit, and I must admit, picturing young students so eager to put the horrors of war behind them and focus on the future…it gave me hope.

And as we’ve both learned, hope is worth more than gold after war.

I hope Prisca is well. Pass on my love.You can tell her that, yes, I’ll discuss the trade agreements she won’t stop messaging me about.

We’ll visit after the school opens in spring.

C

Dear C,

This won’t be a long letter. Prisca is insisting we go to Asinia’s new store. She hasn’t named it yet, but she’s already managed to convince all of us to donate our time to stripping the walls, clearing the dust, and setting up shelves.

I know my wildcat, and she’ll want to visit your school as well. I’ll talk to her today about a visit.

But that’s enough pleasantries. Have you been taking the tonic the healer gave you? Have your lungs healed? What does your healer say about the fatigue?

L

Dear L,

Emara is pregnant. Truthfully, I had begun to think such a thing might not ever happen. Some part of me believed that dying without an heir in place might be my punishment for defying the gods’ wishes and forsaking my mate. But Emara is the woman I love, the woman I have always loved. And our love has created twins. (I can picture you laughing as you read this letter.)

While we both hope for healthy children, Emara wishes for a boy and a girl. Me? I am hoping for two boys. Brothers who will love each other and grow together and live their lives as best friends.

And no matter which twin comes first—and becomes my heir—I promise to teach them to remain openhearted and warm, and not to see threats where there are none. I vow that my second-born will not be responsible for your duties as the Bloodthirsty Prince. And should I die, not only will they have each other, but they will also have you and Prisca.

The most thankful father-to-be.

C

PS: Lungs are fine. Healer has given me the all clear. Now I know why your mate calls you a mother hen.

Dear C,

Prisca sits next to me, her face wet with tears, a wide smile on her face. She asked that I send both of you her love and says we will visit at the time most convenient to you.

Piperia just toddled into our room, escaping her mother once again. She is currently gnawing on one of the tables with her few teeth as if she is a wolf cub in disguise.

The thought of my formal, restrained brother dealing with two of these tiny creatures at once… Well, I must admit, I laughed and laughed. Congratulations, brother. You have truly been blessed, and I cannot wait to meet them. Kiss your beautiful wife for me.

The proudest uncle in all four kingdoms.

L

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