Year 2, Spring
It has only been three months, but already most of those around me have forgotten the events that transpired. The events that led to the loss of, in one night, three of the people I hold near and dear. My father, my beloved wife, and our daughter, all gone in one fell swoop. My father, slain in a duel by a poisoned blade. My wife, her throat slashed as she tried in vain to protect our daughter. And Alicia, missing, with no way of knowing if she is dead or alive. My mother has not left her chambers in these three months, while I have spent them searching, hungering for blood. For Revenge. I must have Revenge, a blood price paid for the lives of my loved ones.
I view it as my personal shame that I was not able to protect them. My guards tell me that it was not my fault, that the dagger buried in my back would have laid low most any Ven, even without the poison. They say that I wasn't is a testament to the skill of my Apothecary, long may she live and protect the lives of my family. What is left of it, anyway.
I know not who perpetrated this Crime against the House of the Wolf, but I swear this, on my own blood. They will see my face again one day, and know that Doom has come for them. I swear this, on my family name of Anarathi, and on the name of my sa-Suaven, Falvren Dyr.