I found your letters. How dare you communicate with my child behind my back? I told you to never come near us again, and now I find this?
There’s nothing I nor my family want to do with you. Too much weighs upon this. If townspeople discovered what you are, our relations would be torn asunder. We would not be able to live the lives we’ve worked so hard to achieve. You, of all people, should understand that.
No more letters. I will not allow you to warp the minds of my kin with your hexes and madness. This is done, Kyrielle. Leave us be.
Shylla.
