As I slid my nail under the parchment, my heart fell as I read the letters printed across the page.
Oh, gods. What kind of monster did Bernia think I was?
AKR 37 - Suraci Beñat's letter to Marshal Raphael Beñat, a copy was also sent to King Knox
Dear Marshal Raphael Beñat,
I have kept a secret from you, my dearest son, and I'm sorry. You need to know this Marshal Raphael Beñat, you are a father to five.
On the night you ran around, looking for your dearest wife, I knew where she was; I had her with me. She had been with me for a day by then... And now, it has been many years, I thought you'd move on by now...So why didn't you? Never mind the sappy crap.
She had given birth to your daughter just nine months after running away.
Her name is Reagan. I will be sending her over to one of the training grounds.
By the way, I'm not sorry.
"Love" Father,
P.S. I sent a copy of this letter to King Knox; don't you DARE brush it off.
