My King,
Thank you for your letter. It relieves me greatly that I will be able to travel to you without trouble. Once we are fully rested and healed we will be making our way to you from Glin, here in Ireland. I am probably nearly to you by the time this letter is in your hand.
I hope that either before we get there or while we've been reunited we may find out this imposter. Our work is grave indeed and requires ease of travel between vast distances. We can not be waylaid like that again. After all we will soon have winter weather with which to contend.
I have been wondering about this Lord Evynwood since I have not had any word from him in such time. I am glad to know he is at least in your company so we may learn of his role in all this.
I am very curious as to why you have removed him from the list of candidacy. I look forward to what your goals are for me. I do hope they still have my best interests at heart as well as yours. I won't be going to just anyone as you well know. My heart only has so much room in it after all.
With much love and best wishes,
Lady Ingrid of Anhalt
Knight of the Forests
My Cousin Edward,
I do not know how far the deception and corruption lies. We were detained by a Lord Chalk after we approached and asked for hospitality. We were arrested on the spot. We were not let go, we managed to escape unharmed. He had a very convincing letter from you. Your script and seal identical. I looked at it myself. If it has been an entire falsehood someone has gone to great lengths to have us stopped under your name. We avoided all other English houses no longer knowing who we can trust. And my letters have been early guarded because of this. I do long to be in your presence to hear of your voice and have my heart set at ease.
Your Ingrid.
My Dearest Cousin,
I hope to return to England should the weather be fair and the company accepting. I fear most of our time together may be these letters scattered between fleeting memories. My memory must surely be fleeting if my life is forfeit and left to be seen no better than to rot in a dungeon or worst yet be left without a head. For that is now the hospitality left to us in your name.
If your emotions towards me are so overbearing is it of guilt from the result of you speaking empty truths to myself and my party?
I cannot come to you, my dearest love, for someone has barred the way. (she will pen that in german for him to translate)
With love,
Lady Ingrid