I, Kraem, wielder of Tyran, dispatch this letter to Arya, King of Fonzia. Arya, my friend. My close ally in war and in the life after. It breaks my heart that you will not heed my words. I know the loss of your youngest son pains you. But you dishonor his memory by bleeding dry the men of the western territories. Their pockets and bellies are empty, because of you, King Arya. And that is why I have played false to you these last few months. The bandits could not hope to delay my men. I withheld the taxes you meant to take from the good people of the west. I could have taken the bread from their mouths. I chose not to. Instead, I have put swords in their hands, and walls around their cities. And I have taken it upon myself to rule them as their King in your place. Know this, Arya. I will no longer kneel before you as a subordinate. Instead I stand before you as an equal. As King in my own land, Kiulmaa. Show the wisdom and strength you showed in the Last Dragon War, and let us go in peace. If you do not, you will lose more than a little tax. I await your response.
Kraem
Moralus
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