While I'm well aware the concept of worry is not one you're altogether familiar with, nevertheless I thought you might appreciate a progress report.
Short version: we found Liriel and she's going to be fine.
Long version: the Falmer attacked her parents before we could get there, killing her father and taking Liriel and Ancalime prisoner. Fortunately Liriel freed herself and fought them off, buying enough time for us to catch up and help, probably saving Ancalime's life. However, Liriel was injured in the fight and was taken back to Solitude to recuperate. She's going to be fine though, and there's no question of her going back to Alinor. It'll be a week at least before she's well enough to travel, but we're all taking care of her as best we can. Cicero in particular is proving to be a very good nurse maid. He sends his love and says to tell you he misses you but must tend to his Listener. I'd order him back, but it turns out he's the only one who Liriel will actually listen to when he tells her she is overdoing it.
As for Liriel's mother, she survived unscathed and is currently a guest of Jarl Elisif's. We're not sure what to do with her yet, but once Liriel is feeling better, we're all meeting up at the Blue Palace to decide her fate. I'll be sure to let you know the outcome. Little Ancalime is physically fine, but mentally... well, she's surviving but she's not the same. Having said that, she loves Cicero and adores having him here, and Elisif is also doting on her non-stop. Ancalime seems fascinated by Lirela – she's never seen a baby before, much less a human one. There have been lots of questions, although I made my excuses and left when the ones about where Lirela actually came from started getting asked.
I have told Liriel everything, including why I was non-functional the morning she was taken, and the measures you've taken to rectify matters. There were tears and several long and very serious conversations, but it appears that so long as I enrol in the treatment programme, and see one of the mind-healers, and seek the assistance of that Dunmer priest friend of hers, she will deign to forgive me... this time. I have my wife back, and I am not letting her go again. She's saying similar things about me – apparently if I ever ask for a divorce without genuinely having tired of her and wanting her nowhere near me ever again, I can forget about any kind of second chance. There's very little chance of that happening, and I've told her that. I think this whole escapade has proven to everyone that I don't cope well on my own.
On the other hand, she found the news about the Regency arrangements hilarious, and was even more pleased to discover she was a Council member by virtue of her consort status. Daughter, I fear power has gone to her head a little. I fear you have created a monster. I have reminded her that she may not order executions without a trial and a majority council verdict, nor may she declare war on her own. She just smiled and said she knew and she didn't think either of those would be necessary, which just makes me worry more.
I hope you're doing well, and nothing's gone horribly wrong, also that Nepos and your aunt are not driving you up the wall. Wrangling those two is something of an art form sometimes but I have faith in you. Just remember you're the heir to the throne, not them. We'll be back before you know it.
I think I almost can find it in myself to forgive you for taking my torc. Just about. Gods know if I can't cope with the husband and father roles, king may be a bit beyond me. We'll talk more when I return – there are other developments too but not something I can put in a letter.
Give my love to your sisters – I have a separate letter for them both, but do tell them we're all right and we'll be home soon.
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Re: Thicker Than Blood 11.6
Date: 2014-03-03 11:02 pm (UTC)While I'm well aware the concept of worry is not one you're altogether familiar with, nevertheless I thought you might appreciate a progress report.
Short version: we found Liriel and she's going to be fine.
Long version: the Falmer attacked her parents before we could get there, killing her father and taking Liriel and Ancalime prisoner. Fortunately Liriel freed herself and fought them off, buying enough time for us to catch up and help, probably saving Ancalime's life. However, Liriel was injured in the fight and was taken back to Solitude to recuperate. She's going to be fine though, and there's no question of her going back to Alinor. It'll be a week at least before she's well enough to travel, but we're all taking care of her as best we can. Cicero in particular is proving to be a very good nurse maid. He sends his love and says to tell you he misses you but must tend to his Listener. I'd order him back, but it turns out he's the only one who Liriel will actually listen to when he tells her she is overdoing it.
As for Liriel's mother, she survived unscathed and is currently a guest of Jarl Elisif's. We're not sure what to do with her yet, but once Liriel is feeling better, we're all meeting up at the Blue Palace to decide her fate. I'll be sure to let you know the outcome. Little Ancalime is physically fine, but mentally... well, she's surviving but she's not the same. Having said that, she loves Cicero and adores having him here, and Elisif is also doting on her non-stop. Ancalime seems fascinated by Lirela – she's never seen a baby before, much less a human one. There have been lots of questions, although I made my excuses and left when the ones about where Lirela actually came from started getting asked.
I have told Liriel everything, including why I was non-functional the morning she was taken, and the measures you've taken to rectify matters. There were tears and several long and very serious conversations, but it appears that so long as I enrol in the treatment programme, and see one of the mind-healers, and seek the assistance of that Dunmer priest friend of hers, she will deign to forgive me... this time. I have my wife back, and I am not letting her go again. She's saying similar things about me – apparently if I ever ask for a divorce without genuinely having tired of her and wanting her nowhere near me ever again, I can forget about any kind of second chance. There's very little chance of that happening, and I've told her that. I think this whole escapade has proven to everyone that I don't cope well on my own.
On the other hand, she found the news about the Regency arrangements hilarious, and was even more pleased to discover she was a Council member by virtue of her consort status. Daughter, I fear power has gone to her head a little. I fear you have created a monster. I have reminded her that she may not order executions without a trial and a majority council verdict, nor may she declare war on her own. She just smiled and said she knew and she didn't think either of those would be necessary, which just makes me worry more.
I hope you're doing well, and nothing's gone horribly wrong, also that Nepos and your aunt are not driving you up the wall. Wrangling those two is something of an art form sometimes but I have faith in you. Just remember you're the heir to the throne, not them. We'll be back before you know it.
I think I almost can find it in myself to forgive you for taking my torc. Just about. Gods know if I can't cope with the husband and father roles, king may be a bit beyond me. We'll talk more when I return – there are other developments too but not something I can put in a letter.
Give my love to your sisters – I have a separate letter for them both, but do tell them we're all right and we'll be home soon.
Your father,
Madanach