Middas, the 25th of Sun's Dawn, Year 202 of the Fourth Era
Dear Segen,
We arrive to Whiterun in about an hour! I truly hate wagons, especially now that I'm quick with you. But now, we are about eight weeks along, so I can't ride my warhorse, Queen Alfsigr. Still, every bump we hit makes me feel like you will drop off me like some fruit. I suppose it can't be helped. You are an applehead after all. I should probably mention that we are meeting someone very important in the White City: your blood uncle, Jarsha! He doesn't know you exist yet, baby, and surprise him we will. He may be upset at first, but I know he will love you near as much as me. I was too nervous to go to Riften to see him; I fear someone who has as much claim to you as me will search there for me, and find us. A few days ago, Tamriel celebrated Heart's Day, and my twenty-third birthday a few days more. For both, I was alone. . . well, alone, if not for you. And here, is the main road, now. It's funny, my love, approaching the city now that I am not on the warpath, coming to sack it. I did once, you know. Your uncles have probably filled your head with it all by now. I can see the peak of Dragonsreach now, Segen. If I were an artist, I'd paint it. But I'm not. It makes no matter; the most perfect moment is still a few months away!
All my love,
Mana