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Correspondence between Tridi Lillo and her son, made public in 2582, in which the few copies were very quickly confiscated. Nonetheless, the publication had been copied and several amber cubes still circulate within the Kingdom, including this one.
Letter dated Nivia 10, 2nd AC 2517
My beloved son,
I'm writing you from the Royal Palace where, as you know, I'm now living since I've occupied the honored rank of Lady in Waiting to the Karae Lea. Here I have the privilege to encounter many influential homins. Each day spent in the royal residence slightly advances the reputation of our lineage within the High Court.
The Karae, the young wife blessed by Jena, appears to be a homin of great beauty. But what is most impressive is the strength of character that emanates from her, surrounding her with an almost divine halo, inspiring both respect and admiration. I hope one day you will have the privilege to approach her, my son. Then, you'll understand the meaning of my words.
I hope this letter finds you in good health and that you prosper in the art of weapon training. Do not forget to recite your prayers to the Goddess Jena, asking her to fix Her eyes upon you and flood you with Her benevolent Light, conveying to you all my maternal love.
Your beloved mother,
Letter dated from Medis 27, 1er CA 2518
My dear son,
I'm very happy to hear of your new position ! By Jena, you, so young and yet sublieutenant ! One, day, I'm sure, you will be telling me that you're promoted to General of our armies.
Here at the palace, life rolls along. The Jinovitch era seems already so far off, but the tyrant died only four years ago. Time eases the spirit, like Jena's tears falling from the sky.
Howerver, there is still one troubled soul here; a person that I hear scream at night from my nice room, and that I have difficulty calming down. It's the Karae herself. She often wakes up with a start, sweating, wide eyed, seeing again that nightmarish vision: her father, the great botanist Bravichi Lenardi, being burned alive on a pyre.
I pray to the Goddess that the coming royal birth calms down the torments of the Karae. Son, I know that it's difficult to believe me when you see the self-confidence she has in front of everybody. However, it's the truth.
I send you all my love with this letter, my beloved son.
Your mother, proud of you.
Letter dated Pluvia 13, 2nd AC 2518
My beloved son,
Your guardian has already explained to you the reasons of the wedding between the Karan Yrkanis and the Karae Lea. But I doubt that you know the underlying reasons for this, therefore I'll try to explain them to you.
Lea Lenardi's father, the illustrious botanist Bravichi Lenardi, creator of the famous Green Wall in the Fleeting Garden, didn't have the good luck to have a son. Now, of what use would it have been to pass on his knowledge to his daughter when only males should have the power?
Now, it happened that the Karan Yasson charged the tutelage of the Karin Yrkanis to Bravichi, to ensure the heir of the throne would benefit from his erudition. Imagine the botanist's joy! The Mother hadn't given him a son, but Yasson had entrusted him with his! It is with a limitless enthusiasm that Bravichi Lenardi brought up the young Karin. And soon, he loved him as his own son.
Of course, Lea still held her father's love, but no matter what she did, she still remained a mere girl. To her eyes, Yrkanis was stealing her father from her, and no prayer to Jena could dispel her torments.
King Yasson and his botanical architect, Bravichi Lenardi, decided upon the future union of their respective children. This promised alliance delighted Bravichi's heart, because his two favorite children would unite. True, he hadn't sired a King but, through his daughter, this gap would be filled. He would at last be recognized, and his power emerged greater from this.
Years later, after Yrkanis had ascended the throne, the wedding was celebrated. Yasson and Bravichi had both joined the Light of Jena by then but, by marrying before Jena, their children had obeyed their wills.
By the Goddess, I'm taken away in this long explanation and I forget to ask after you, my son! May you pardon your mother and deign nonetheless answer this humble letter.
Letter dated Germinally 2, 3rd AC 2518
My dear son,
Have you ever heard of the chest of Bravichi Lenardi, the father of the Karae?
History notes that all the knowledge of Bravichi is forever lost. Can you imagine? He died on a pyre, not because he was a heretic, but rather because he supported Yrkanis. Obviously, helping Yrkanis to run out the Kingdom and saving him narrowly from a murder ordered by Jinovitch was not out of this.
All his work was publicly burned. To not keep the least memory from what a heretic wrote, that could take the heat of Jena. What an era! Divert in such a way divine will for man's own glory! Jinovitch's end was predictable, the Goddess could not tolerate such abuse eternally...
Whatever, Bravichi Lenardi succeeded in preserving the main amber cubes containing his knowledge. Karae Lea herself said that to me, saying that her father confessed to her, very near before his arrest, that he left a box to a "person of confidence".
I think that the Karae will never recover from what she considers as a betrayal from her father. Who was this person in who he has got more confidence than her? Why didn't he entrust this so precious trunk to her, his daughter? Is it really to protect her, as he said? Was it Yrkanis? Was it somebody she knew, and who continues to bow down in front of her, as if nothing happened? And what, if the knowledge of her father was hidden out of the Kingdom? One of the tracks she followed secretly led her to the Empire, can you imagine?
My son, the Karae is young and her pregnancy is rather near to term, but, despite of that, look how determinate she is in going on in her quest of this box! I have the chance to serve a great Queen. Her presence, her authority, the art in which she drives a large-scale investigation, without anybody else from her relatives to know it - even not the Karan - all that proves it.
My son, one more time I forget my duties about you. How are you? You said in you last letter, that your superiors think about a promotion for you. How is it? Do I have the benefit, without knowing it, to be the mother of a Lieutenant of our armies? I can't wait to read you to know more!
May the Goddess look after you, my son. And may she give me the pleasure to see you again soon.