The faded ink of this parchment suggests it
is from a prison's records:
Let none be so foolish as to deny the power
borne of affection. Mark my words, for
death would only bear a martyr.
Persuade Talvas to speak the truth. Permit
that honeyed tongue to undo its own
mischief. They think to question the
Archon’s authority, to deny his reach. Will
they do so once their beloved Iunia sings
the magistrates’ praises?
Should Talvas prove unreasonable, remove
her teeth. One wonders how much charm she
will wield without a handsome smile.