Elia had woken up in a temper. Manage the details? She distinctly remembered that phrase coming from Harmon's lips. She was a Princess of Dorne damn them and she was not going to bloody well be-- OW. The pain in her side was enough to stop her breath. She muttered a few colorful phrases but kept herself together at least long enough to finish the letter, which was short more because she was in too much pain to make it any longer. And she was having trouble remembering even this code she'd used since she was a child and her handwriting was not as neat as it normally was.
Brother, I'm well and alive. Don't let them panic you needlessly. The wounds aren't very deep and Harmon says perhaps the scars will hardly be visible. Nothing to compare to yours or Henry's.
Please don't do anything unreasonable. I don't even know who did this- it's not even certain they wanted my death. Don't worry about me or the others. We are well, though grieving for Aeny. Did they tell you she's gone? An assassin. It might have been the same one I suppose, but I'm not dead.
There was skin in my bed. Not mine but... someone's. There are rumors mine was not the only bed graced with this present. I keep hoping it was just part of a poppy dream but apparently not. But skin? Who would leave skin?
Anyway, I hope this letter finds you well. I miss you and Henry so much. Although I still think he's an idiot. Please don't do anything rash, Myrwin. Or unreasonable. You have that tendency. Oh, and tell Karlyx she's got to stop wearing pink because it looks dreadful.