Father,
Winter is fast approaching. Months like these take me back to the days spent in Yuan with you and my little sisters.
I recently came back from a trip to the Duta Mountains. Her Highness had sent me and a small group of soldiers to escort the Crown Prince and the Minister of Defense's third son back to the Capitol before the King discovered where he was. They are trying to find a means to charge him with conspiracy and planning a revolt.
However, I've watched him grow up and grow into the man he is now. The Crown Prince is reckless and free-spirited, but, he's honorable. He walks among the commoners and holds them with higher regard than even some of the most respected ministers of Goryeo.
He reminds me of Bataar before he fell ill and passed away. Has it already been twenty years since his passing? I remember the time he stole my blade and tried to shave his head like our Great Emperor. The shock and fury in your and mother's faces when you saw the clumps of hair all over the floor and the servants panicking trying to fix it. How old was he then, five? I never spoke of this to anyone but I was the one that told him to do it. I lead him to believe he would marry into a prosperous family when he came of age if he cut his hair like that. Looking back now, I wonder why he kept that secret.
I wonder what kind of man he would be today? Being three years younger than me, maybe he'd follow in my footsteps and become one of the Crown Prince's guards. I'd like to think that he would serve the Crown Prince well.
Have you been well enough to go to his grave recently? Geriel informed me that for the last three months, you've been forgetting who she and your old friends are.
I'll ask her Highness if she will allow one of the palace physicians to come see you.
Pass my regards to my sisters, and take care of your health. I will inform you as soon as I'm able to send a Physician to see you.
Be well,
Furatai.