Page 27 of Lady Emily’s Matchmaking Mishap (Merry Spinsters, Charming Rogues #5)

Dear Little Wren,

Do not wait for me beside the tree; it is a futile endeavour. I may not even currently reside in this forest, for I have many forests to tend to. You must forgive me if my replies are not always immediate—there is much work for a forest fay.

As for what I eat: flowers, sunshine, and the rays of the rainbow, like any true forest fay.

Your humble servant,

Fenn

Dear Fenn,

I do not understand. If you are not currently in the forest, then how are you delivering these letters?

Sincerely,

Little Wren

Dear Little Wren,

Ah, but I have minions, of course! Mortals of humble origin who scramble to do my bidding and deliver my letters. Which is why waiting by the tree is quite hopeless. The person you might glimpse delivering my letters is, in all likelihood, not me.

But enough of this. You have said you are hungry, and I cannot allow that. Eat what you find enclosed at once.

Faithfully yours,

Fenn