- Dear Son,
- Judging by your prolonged absence from the palace, I must conclude you have yet again rode off to join the knights’ tourney in Toussaint. Despite my asking you not to do so. Twice in a row you begged coin from me for the journey, boasting with confidence you would win the tourney if you could but have a new horse, armor and sword. Twice in a row I gave in to your pleading. This year I forbade you from going, yet I see I merely rule my realm, not my own son.
Enjoy yourself, but know that your monthly allowance ends today. No matter your place on the podium.
I am sending a messenger with this letter to Beauclair and trust he will find you there.
- Your Loving Mother,