Letter to Mummy

Post that hangs around the Tavern for more than 6 months is up for grabs, Merri says anyway. This is one such letter.

Mummy,

Lord Saxonby is being a frightful bully again. He’s sent 200 foot soldiers and a gaggle of archers into my fiefdom and annexed my Salmon Apple orchards. I won’t stand for it mummy I just won’t, I don’t care if he’s my brother.

Those orchards were a birthday present from Auntie Cathryn, Saxonby knows it and it’s as if he cares not at all. He’s my older brother and has 15 orchards of his own but must have mine, I think not. I’m mustering my levies and intend to meet them on the field. I don’t care of every solider has to perish, Saxonby will know he cannot take that which does not belong to him.

I am a man, mummy, and a lord to boot. You said to me last Spring that you had never seen such a handsome and strong lord as I, yet the actions of Saxonby have made me to be nothing but a duck of a lord, one who quacks ‘hey nonny nonny’.

If you hold love for me, please write to Saxonby and tell him to give me back my orchards. Not for the sake of my soldier’s lives, for I have many of them, but for the sake of my reputation at court, which I fear may never be repaired.

His Most Esteemed Lord Fenway

P.S.

The ink blots on this letter are not tears, I was just very sweaty, nothing more.