Turdas, the 5th of Second Seed, Year 202 of the Fourth Era
Dear Segen,
I thought you'd like to be in Markarth, even though I hate it to pieces. I wonder if the guard here would arrest a twenty weeks pregnant woman? Hopefully not. I came here this month because the tent I'm in now is part of a caravan that comes to Markarth in this season only, and I didn't want to miss it. This is also the place that I learned of your father's impact on my life from a fortune teller called Ri'saad. He's fixing tea for us now. He warned me that I would both love and be loved by a shadow, king and dragon, but those words held a double meaning. I was loved by a thief, a would-be king, and a man with the soul of a dragon, your father. I loved only him. He was a shadow when I first met him, kingly in his bloodline and, once again, a dragon in his soul. And, I love only him. The fortune came true, and I am all the better for it, regretting nothing. How can I, when after everything, I still have you?
All my love,
Mana