There are only a few days left.
Dearest Sigyn. I have so much I would like to say to you. I wish we had found one another in a different time.
I cannot forget that you were so unsurprised that I was adopted. I cannot forget how you held me as I wept for the first time over my grief at discovering my life was so broken and that it was my fault. I could have done things so much differently.
Regrets, my love- I have but a few of them. I regret everything about my last words to my Mother, that you know. I also regret that I did not cleave to you in times of darkness. I regret that I am leaving you and the children. Find something else to tell them to explain my absence. I do not want them to think I am to be executed in this way, a common criminal stripped of name, rank, fine garments, and every scrap of ceremony that could identify me as formerly a member of the royal household. Tell them I am yet imprisoned, tell them I have been shipped off to another realm to be imprisoned far away. Tell them I have died of a broken heart in these cells (for if I could, I believe I would have already done so). Tell them being locked from my spells has deprived me of my spirit and I withered away. Tell them anything but the truth.
And some day, please tell Thor that I do appreciate that he always came for me, even when I least deserved it.
I regret not asking you, darling woman, to be my bride when I came of age- of course, I hardly had done so when I sealed this as my fate before my fall, but I ought to have done so.
Of course, had I, none of your children would have been born as they are and I cannot stand the thought of them not being just as delightful as I knew them.
I wish I had not been caught and we could have continued our secret life.