Ambrus,
I scarcely know why I put quill to paper, for I have finally learned what befell you. And I am furious! Furious and heartsick, you reckless fool! What possessed you to defy Knyaz Skender himself? Always too bold, always too brave for your own good... I loved that in you, yet I ever feared it would be your undoing.
Alas, I was right. You will rot in that dungeon, and I shall never set eyes upon you again.
Yours, heartbroken,
R.