Lara

Dearest Cassia,

Demetria says I worry too much. She says you're a Longwood. That you have her blood and my stubbornness. She's right, of course. She usually is. Annoyingly so. But I am your womb mother. I carried you. I felt you kick and sigh and turn. Worrying is my sacred duty. So worry I shall. And love you. And wait for your letters.

Write soon, my heart.
Lara