Rumpelstiltskin,
My wife is dying, the doctor says there is no hope but I entreat you to come and save my wife and newborn daughter, the illness that has been plaguing us this year has caught them as well, any gold or jewels, or treasure in my possession are yours if only you will save them.
Sir Maurice, Lord of the Marchlands
Sir Maurice,
Agreed, after I complete the task I will choose a treasure in your possession for my own.
To His Majesty, King George
Help me Sire! I have, in my desperation, doomed my newborn daughter to a hellish fate. She and her mother, my lady wife, were in and fear of their deaths caused me to summon The Dark One to out aid. He came, and in my foolishness I promised him any treasure in my possession for his help.
Help he did, Elaine and Belle will both live now, but the vile creature has demanded Belle as his price! Not in his usual taking of a firstborn child price, but that when she is eighteen he will take her as his wife!
Your humble servant, Sir Maurice Lord of the Marchlands
Maurice,
You are fool. Even Kings do not go against the Spinner, be grateful he wants only your daughter, and get yourself a son sometime in the next eighteen years, or your lands will belong to the Dark One when you die and I can't have that.
George
Dear Sir,
I am Elaine, wife to Maurice and mother to Belle. I wish you to know that this letter is not to be g for my daughter, but only to ask that, until she reaches the age of five, you write me a least one letter a year, perhaps on her birthday, and I will return the favor, so that I may come to know the man you wishes to marry my child, and that I may tell you of your future bride.
My husband panics because he sees only the outward appearance of you. Yet no stories of you harming a child or forcing a woman have ever been reported. I assume you wish to wed my daughter for the simple reason of companionship. If this is so, please send your reply soon, so that I may begin my eighteen year effort to resign my husband to this marriage.
Sincerely, Elaine, Lady of the Marchlands
Dear Madam,
Deal.
Sincerely, Rumpelstiltskin