To Emmeline Neumarkt
To Emmeline of Neumarkt, far stretched cousin of mine;
Let it at first be known that I care not for styles, or the way this hastily written letter looks, for it is simply to deliver a message: It has come to my attention as well that you have made false claim against the Kingdom of Courland, the House of Staunton and all that is Courlandic to the very core of your bones. I question you, I question your existence, I question your legitimacy and above all I question the truth not-so present in your words. It has come to my knowledge that you say your father, Percival, was a old, tired and above all smart man, yet I do in full remember a letter in which he was exposed as nothing but a kinslaying thief, prone to dissolving Courland no matter the cost, whether that be by killing his own family or not, afterall, it was on the orders of your father that Aleksandr Staunton was slain, a boy perhaps barely at the age of six and his own grandson no less. It saddens me to hear of your ignorance, to hear of how proudly the banners of House Staunton hang from the walls of New Aleksandria, bloodstained from all the backstabbing our family has sustained at the hands of their own kin, at the hands of those they considered their friends. I am saddened by your hypocrisy as well, for it is no secret you had lived in Helena, and been with the Empire most of your life; it was only when power was offered to you that you returned home, whether Courland ever have been your home at all only GOD can say, you took that which our family had built at that given time and dragged it through the mud even further, alongside your demented father prone to treachery. It saddens me in truth that our family is at odds once more, over titles once held by better men, over a glorified chair, a throne, once sat upon by better men as now the spoils are left to the lesser men and even women to do with as they please, it saddens me to hear that such events have once more unfolded themselves unto us. It is therefore that I ask you, let it die, let it go, if nothing is to be had of this new reformation of Courland, then surely it shall die, or perhaps live on. News has reached my ears that I am amongst those your father disowned, to that I have but a simple thing to say; I shall not refrain from using the family name I carry, my father has carried, and his fathers before him have carried, if he wishes to disown me, he should meet me in person himself at any given time, you have lost your coup and now portray the defenders as if they are the guilty, to shift the blame.
I shall not bother with signing this letter of mine, as I am of no importance as of now; and neither do I wish to be.