Father,
I hope this letter finds you well. The four of us have come to Lord Rhys. Though he was surprised we chose to travel with winter coming on, he was glad of the men’s timing. He has sent them to reinforce patrols at the eastern border. Arthur and Bedwyr are well and were likewise glad to have work to occupy them.
I want the same. Perhaps I overstep my role to want more than only a hearth and babes, but I do nonetheless. I believe I’m capable of more challenging work and intend to find it.
I imagine you puffing up to set me straight on just how challenging it is to raise children, particularly once they begin to think for themselves. To that I say you’ve only yourself to blame. You insisted I be educated alongside Arthur. You further sharpened my thinking by posing your own questions at home. It’s only natural that with such attention my mind would be as well-honed as one of Mistress Britte’s blades, and just as hungry to be tested.
In sending this I have given away our location. Not my wisest strategic decision, perhaps. I ask that you not use this knowledge against any of us. Winter is nearly come. We’re safe here and you’re safe in our mountains.
Be well, Ta.
Gwenhwyfar