Lady Amuil ar-Parus, in shadows draped,
A tale untold, in whispers shaped.
Orentid echoes, a lingering wail,
Amidst the Rose, where treacheries trail.
Ephia's Well, once a realm untamed,
Rebellion's flame, in secrets named.
Cinquefoil Rose, a dance of fate,
Janissaries' gaze, sealing the state.
Your husband's valor, a saga profound,
In Ibtihal's reign, where echoes resound.
Sacred contracts, now broken and torn,
Cryptic whispers of a new dawn born.
Gellema does not abstain, in shadows we tread,
A dance of secrets, where mysteries spread.
I offer you solace, a clandestine invite,
To join the dance, in the hidden night.
The Sultan's might, a fading star,
Yet Gellema's whispers echo from afar.
In soft whisper, I extend my plea,
To embrace the shadows, be wild and free.
Amuil ar-Parus, in the twilight's grace,
Consider her love, a hidden embrace.
Webbed threads, the tapestry we weave,
A dance with Gellema, in shadows, believe.
Meet with us where dawn breaks and secrets go to die.
[Another letter, mimicking the first, is left again with Amuil by a quiet hand in the night]