sticky runes
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Dear Janus,
I hope this letter has reached you well, as the last courier I sent your way was captured by my husband's followers and dragged back to Mistwatch and tortured to death in front of me, and I have since had to share my cell with his corpse. The good news is, I no longer need to use my own blood as ink to write my letters. The bad news is, the smell of rotting flesh keeps attracting skeevers into my cell.
Anyway, I tried taking your advice about fleeing from my husband's castle, but I was shot with an arrow and dragged back inside by his followers. He asked why I would leave him when he's shown me nothing but love and devotion, and I said I was only going out to gather flowers to make an offering to Mara in honor of our anniversary. However, he saw right through my ruse, as one of henchmen reminded him it was the 14th Sun's Height when he abducted me from my hometown and burnt the place to the ground, before getting drunk and violating all the priests and priestesses who were forced to conduct our wedding ceremony. He was lenient with my punishment, though, as he realized it is easy for one to lose track of the days when spending most hours in darkness. I was only beaten with iron maces instead of ebony ones. He also said that if I tried to leave without his permission again, he would tie me to the back of his horse and drag me through the Eastmarch.
But with all these violent incidents, I'm beginning to wonder - is there any chance I can still make this marriage work, or is it doomed? I sometimes find myself praying that the gods will send a dragon to attack the castle. If I were to be burned alive or buried beneath rubble, it would surely be better than whatever pain my husband might inflict on me next. I know these are horrible thoughts and I should be thankful for the life he has provided me during these difficult times, but I'm starting to feel... Dare I say it.... Unhappy?
Yours sincerely,
Skeever Piss (sorry, that's the name my husband seems to call me most frequently these days)
I hope this letter has reached you well, as the last courier I sent your way was captured by my husband's followers and dragged back to Mistwatch and tortured to death in front of me, and I have since had to share my cell with his corpse. The good news is, I no longer need to use my own blood as ink to write my letters. The bad news is, the smell of rotting flesh keeps attracting skeevers into my cell.
Anyway, I tried taking your advice about fleeing from my husband's castle, but I was shot with an arrow and dragged back inside by his followers. He asked why I would leave him when he's shown me nothing but love and devotion, and I said I was only going out to gather flowers to make an offering to Mara in honor of our anniversary. However, he saw right through my ruse, as one of henchmen reminded him it was the 14th Sun's Height when he abducted me from my hometown and burnt the place to the ground, before getting drunk and violating all the priests and priestesses who were forced to conduct our wedding ceremony. He was lenient with my punishment, though, as he realized it is easy for one to lose track of the days when spending most hours in darkness. I was only beaten with iron maces instead of ebony ones. He also said that if I tried to leave without his permission again, he would tie me to the back of his horse and drag me through the Eastmarch.
But with all these violent incidents, I'm beginning to wonder - is there any chance I can still make this marriage work, or is it doomed? I sometimes find myself praying that the gods will send a dragon to attack the castle. If I were to be burned alive or buried beneath rubble, it would surely be better than whatever pain my husband might inflict on me next. I know these are horrible thoughts and I should be thankful for the life he has provided me during these difficult times, but I'm starting to feel... Dare I say it.... Unhappy?
Yours sincerely,
Skeever Piss (sorry, that's the name my husband seems to call me most frequently these days)