Letter the twenty-sixth: From the brilliant, marvelous, handsome Lord Kenworth to his equally beautiful and charming sister Lady Daphne
18th of the month of Greenroof
Sister,
Is your plan going well? Guy has sworn to make one of the queens his betrothed before the month is over. Now that the issue of the jealous queens has been solved, thanks to my ingenuity, it will be easier for you to court the king. Have you begun planning the wedding yet? Since you are always one step ahead I daresay you have.
I have resolved to finally rid myself of this infernal woman who I, in a fit of chivalry, married within a fortnight of meeting. Obviously, it was the worst mistake of my life. Of course, it was probably not my fault any way. Since she is from among the beasts and subhuman creatures that inhabit the woods of Narnia she must have done something to hoodwink me. (Not that this reflects badly on your Peter, my dear, who I am certain is a perfectly fine, perfectly human man) At any rate, her dowry is gone and her company has long since ceased to be enjoyable.
I would have sent her on her way weeks ago if not for the fact she keeps crying and begging to stay a little longer saying she does not have anywhere else to go. I am too kind and gentle for my own good sometimes.
Yours,
Kenworthy