Dearest Daughter,
It warms my heart to hear that you have made amends with Ser Rainier. And before anyone gets their hackles up about that title, know that I have entered him into the family lists as a Knight of House Trevelyan, in appreciation of services rendered. He has guarded our daughter and kept her from harm's way.
The title also appeases your mother.
Edward and Amelie are indeed expecting their first child. To think, I will be a grand-father. It should not be long now. Amelie has taken to bed for the past two weeks, though all is well says the midwife. Your mother seems to trust the woman's word, and she knows more about these matters than I. If the babe is a girl, they plan on naming her Evelyn.
Do you have news of the troop sent from Ostwick? We sent them by ship when we received your call. They were to muster in Orlais.
Please, keep me informed of your progress. I love you, Evelyn. I have never felt more pride for anything. My heart is bursting.
Andraste bless you.
Love,
Father
Dearest Father,
We have joined with Emperor Gaspard's forces in Emprise du Lion. The Emperor has decided to join us personally upon this venture. He brings nearly eight hundred men. Our host is swelling far beyond my expectations. More and more soldiers join us as we march through Orlais. We are a travelling city; progress has been slow.
Ravens arrive almost daily, carrying reports from the Wilds. Our agents have been successful in harrying Corypheus' supply lines. We find solace in the fact that the enemy's progress is slower than ours.
Every day we get closer. The troops grow more restless, there's a constant murmur in the camp. I spend a lot of time walking through the fires, talking to my soldiers. It serves them well to see their Inquisitor. It was awkward at first, but I have accepted my role. My troops need me. Whether I believe it or not, I am their Herald.
Your soldiers arrived this morning, along with an Orlesian militia. Their ship had been blown off course, and we were already in Orlais before they were on land. Please, send my personal thanks to the Banns that had sent members of their guard. Ambassador Montilyet will be sending our official thank you to each of them.
And that is happy news about Edward and Amelie! It brings me great joy to read those words. Give them my love and well-wishes!
Once the supplies are loaded, we march to the Emerald Graves.
Love,
Evelyn
P.S. Could you convince them to call her something else?