/The message was battered but the writing was still intact, and still in the family's code/
Dear Uncle, The package was just delivered into the lion's paws. What he makes of it from here will be his choice and I hope it is the right remedy for all our sakes. It would be an excellent return on your investment in the red lady. Though I admit I still do not understand by what power you managed to procure her I pray she is worth your gold.
The Maesters did not identify this poison that holds the wolfcub. Yet they did run tests which would have turned up at least the most basic of ingredients, but no word was given. It could be they have no love of Starks, but if something is amiss in Old Town, it might bear watching.
Should you hear no more from me, then I suppose you will have your answer and I ask you light another candle in the Sept and look after Aenyris if you can free her from their hold. I know you will not risk Elia more than is needful.
Kings Landing has been my home. If it is uneasy, uncomfortable for me then I so deserve it. I should be this place as you are Dorne. I must be, or watch it fade to some frozen ghost, torn by wolves.