To my dearest Master:
Maggie sends you her sincerest greetings.
This winter, your humble slave has been traveling between eight Baron's Domains and one Viscount's Domain on the border, rushing about to collect Gold Coins.
Those dull-witted Lords are always dragging their feet, refusing to hand over the taxes they owe, forcing Maggie to scurry back and forth in the bitter cold.
It is infuriating to think of how these fools have delayed Maggie's return to your side.
Maggie had originally planned to visit your territory for an audience sooner, but Archbishop John was always by my side, making it impossible to find a suitable excuse to slip away.
Then, I was forced to attend Duke Douglas's banquet, spending my days mingling with those hypocritical nobles.
What should have been a two-month affair was then complicated by an urgent summons from the Royal Family, demanding Maggie's immediate return.
With all the delays, it is already April.
