|“|| A sickly love letter from a United Cities noble:
"L, With all my heart I love you. I miss the sound of your voice, the touch of your skin... But it is because I love you so that I must also set you free. A peasant from the outer gates mixing with a Lord of high society... The nobles will be sure to make an example of you and you'll 'disappear', along with all the other sorry dreamers.
Tonight you won't find me by the willow tree, and neither will you the next day. As much as it pains me to part, I only know it would pain me more to see you come to harm... I have no other choice.
Goodbye, my love. K"