With Ignis

My Dearest father,

I am in an uproar! On my way to the lovely dressmaker, some bandits had the nerve to steal my belongings, and even kill my poor guards. I cannot tell you exactly who were killed. You know I am not one to remember names well. My tent is absolutely empty, and the ones who hold me captive, by name of Melchior and Alexander are terribly rude. Although the former is somewhat charming. The latter is a complete savage! He took me on a horse without a saddle!

They want ransom, father. Please give it to them.

Your daughter,

Ignacia