My Love,
I have not spoken to you in so long. I know that it must seem very strange to receive a letter from me now. It has been almost a year since we were last together.
I am doing very well. I know that you are, too. It is your way.
I wanted to let you know that I am sorry for hurting you. I have felt the grief I have caused you, through the ring, and I am so sorry. If only things could have ended differently.
I love you still. Know that. I have never stopped loving you.
Things here are not quite what I expected. You must know that it was always my intention to seek you out, after my business here was concluded. It was not so easy. I fear that the grimoire was flawed, that Flemeth perhaps anticipated my betrayal. The child is not what I hoped it would be.
I will not lie to you. I wanted to use the child to increase my powers a hundredfold before finding you. I dreamed of seeking you out. There are rumors here of the Hero of Ferelden, that he has finally ended the Blight. I hope it is true. You were always meant for great things.
I wish I could tell you that you have a wonderful daughter. Instead, the child is stronger than anything I could have imagined. I cannot control it.
I always loved you.
I am taking steps to control, perhaps destroy it. I cannot promise it will work. It saddens me to know that I may never again see you.
I thought you should know, in case we never meet again.
I have disabled the ring's power to prevent you from searching for me. Though I doubt it will deter you. Please heed my words and do not find me. It is for your safety.
With All My Love,
Morrigan.