Mt Dearest Anarietta, Rose of the Desert, Flower of Heaven!
Please forgive me for not writing for so long - but, bearing in mind you drove me out, accusing me of, and I quote, "treason, crimes against the state and sullying the dignity of our noble stature through perjury, libel and slander, as well as revelry, lewdness and debauchery," I wasn't sure if you would want to read my epistles.
In the end, though, I decided to break my silence. It turns out, my dear Ermine, that I have been invited to the Festival of Ballads that is to take place this autumn at the picturesque Villa Vedette within your demesne. I would willingly grace that event with my presence and talent, yet I am not able to cross the border of the duchy until you revoke the judgment making me persona non grata in Toussaint. May I ask you for a pardon?
By the way, I'd like to assure you once again that my alleged romance with Baroness Nique was simply an unfortunate misunderstanding. I have always been faithful to you in heart, body and mind.
I await your reply,
-Julian Alfred Pankratz de Lettenhove vel Dandelion