People of the Dragon (Especially the women. I wouldn't forget you),

So, you have teeth. Let us revel in your newfound bloodlust and ferocity. Truly, we applaud you and are thrilled to see a little spine showing in what has been, until recently, a city comically spineless (save for a few individuals).

Let that blood and victory seep onto your tongue. Cup it and hold them there. Savor them. As you do, consider breaking your wilted flower's fingers, for surely there is one amongst you who can quill a taunting missive with far more aplomb and save us the lackluster drivel we just had the misfortune of reading.

The Empire's strength isn't diminished by your success. Our enjoyment of slaughter and strife aren't suddenly going to skate out the back gates in the wake of it. No. The Empire is Eternal. Our Hunger is Unquenchable. A 'gift' of 'mercy' is, quite frankly, an insult, and worth less than the opinion of the one who offered it.

We embrace conflict. Will you be so eager to as your streets run red every week and your people weep and beat at the bars of the beautiful prison that holds them in the North?

Cuddle closer.

*A bloody kiss serves as signature at the bottom of the post*


Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 5th of Niuran, in the year 505 MA.