–A Widow’s Crusade for Truth–
The 3rd of Harren's Folly, 2003
LO UNTO THE PEOPLE OF THE HEARTLANDS,
I write unto you, my heart heavy with sorrow, for I must now mourn a husband, taken by GOD, and a brother and sister, led astray and claimed by the deceiver. In such trying times, I lament the betrayal of my own kin, who have debased themselves as to rise up against their very own blood; they seek to claim but a mere morsel of power in lands which they’ve abandoned in all but name, foregoing the everlasting ties which bind us.
My most dearly beloved husband, Roan, was taken from this mortal coil upon the eve of the 5th of Godfrey’s Triumph, long before I had the chance to meet with the House of Keen. At that time, I was still deeply mourning for him, for his loss did pierce my heart as no other could. Our youngest daughter, born a year before Roan fell ill, yet stands as a living testament to the strength of our union, which my brother and sister—John Paul and Arya Elizabeth—do so vilely seek to debase. Such a wicked suggestion is an affront not only to me but to the sacred memory of my late husband, whose soul now rests with God. Whilst I languished in my sorrow, they, in their deceitful cunning, did conspire behind my own back, plotting to usurp my Comital title, seeking to cast aside the will of the Pontiff, as though their base ambitions could override that which His Holiness has ordained.
Although Lord John and Lady Arya have no lack of ambition nor cunning, they do not possess the means to bring their ungodly designs to fruition. To this end, they have aligned themselves with the House of Keen, seeking to make my husband’s passing a tool of my undoing, to weaponize my grief against me. I had chosen to keep my husband’s passing private for a time, knowing the turmoil surrounding the 'Bloody Diet' and the threat it posed to my beloved cousins, Prince Edward and Princess Cecily. Where, I ask, was House Keen during that dark period? They chose to meet with me only after the Diet had concluded—after my husband had already been laid to rest, still freshly in his grave.
UNTO THE HOUSE OF KEEN,
I ask that they examine their own motives and the source of their accusations. Is it not they who have taken up the mantle of self-righteousness, seeking to judge and condemn without cause or mercy? They speak of honor, yet their words ring hollow in the face of such flagrant slander. I do not seek to challenge their power or their influence, but I will not stand idly by while my name is so dishonored. Let them produce evidence of their claims, for words alone are nothing more than the empty noise of ambition.
You throw the responsibility of the actions of the Marnan Brigade upon me. I was but a child, scarce more than a shadow, the weight of the world thrust upon me, not by my own choosing. My father, whom I loved above all, bade me follow, and I, too young to defy, obeyed. I kindled no flame, wielded no blade, but stood a witness, trembling ’midst the horrors I could not withstand. I am no monster, but a child ensnared by cruel fate, bent beneath the tempest of a world that would have broken me had I not bowed to its yoke.
I am innocent of all charges laid before me. I am no adulteress, no traitor, no murderer. My soul is pure, and my conscience clear. Let the Almighty be my judge, and let the truth of my heart be known throughout the realm. I will only answer to God and his most holy and pious messengers.
THE HONORABLE, LORELEI MAIRI ALSTION-ENSWERP
Countess of Enswerp and Warden of the Holy Army