Things are proceeding as I could wish.
Hyndralad is recovering so well that, observing him one would not think he laid so very near death at one point.
Some weeks have passed, and he is already upon his feet being able to peruse the Agmar gardens at a leisure pace with the assistance of a walking staff.
And he has changed, I have noticed.
He is different from when I met him, detached and cold in Isoloyia, and even less from when he visited Krespania a few months ago in an improved manner, much to my surprise.
The illness' humbling effect has chipped away the leftover condescension and pride in the king, revealing an agreeable layer underneath of warmth, gratitude and of strength: a strength of character he may always have obtained but only recently has it come to light.
Being able to observe this angle of his soul, he appears every bit the wise Vez-Dûn as his rank and age claim.
I see less of the embitterment the world has cultivated in him toward mankind and it's follies, and more of the aforesaid nature in the way he checks his tongue when he is talking with us and restrains the negative words that might have previously spilled over his lips like water from an urn.
In this state I would not hesitate to humble myself in approaching him for advice, as a friend and as one who is superior in knowledge than I - especially when once Lennox left.
My brother continued in his brooding isolation even after we talked and he explained about our cousin.
I suppose it was not Edward's death that plagued him any more but his anger against our uncle brought on by their argument at Fyros.
This proverbial dagger in his side so aggravated that it ended up driving him away in search of fresh surroundings, namely the kingdom of San Vey.
His sudden departure worries me when I think of how tormented he was yet my powers proved useless in counseling him.
When I applied to King Hyndralad for advice he was sorry to say that there was not anything he could do and that his was “a family affair.”
This set forth such an idea that I immdediately set to writing Uncle Reycko.
With the plainest language and the use of all the pleas in my vocabulary I begged him to withdraw the orders concerning Lennox's banishment and reconcile himself to him, for the sake of his late brother, our father, and my own.
Never before had I expressed myself in such heartfelt sincerity as when I wrote this letter, and I hoped they would be just as transparent to Uncle Reycko when he read them.
As soon as the wax of the seal had cooled a courier was dispatched to Fyros with my note.
Whether he will be effected by it, I can not be sure.
But I am almost certain it would be the balm to soothe Lennox's agitated spirits.
Here I am, torn between two stubborn de Gavrillacs in attempt to resolve the feuding parties and restore peace within our family.
-Emerald de Gavrillac
Queen of Krespania
