Baelor

Dear Sir,

I am writing to inform you that as of this moment, I am tendering my resignation as Justicar of the Ivory Tower. I understand that my term has not been completed, but there are a great many other considerations to account for, considering the recent instabilities. My representatives will of course continue to advise the Directorate, and my retinue will be at your disposal, but my own personal movements and resources will no longer be beholden to the Inner Circle. These are dangerous times, and the call of blood is strong. I must honor an agreement made many years ago, when a life was ended. I do not expect you to understand.

B.

P.S - I am to understand that your haven is currently besieged by Sabbat forces, and that at time of writing you have most likely already fallen to your attackers. I find this regrettable, but I have observed proper protocol by sending this message, and consider my duties discharged. If, by some miracle, my messenger reaches you and you are still in good health, know that any attempt to thwart my resignation will be met with extreme disapproval.

Dear Madam,

I regret to inform you that as of time of writing, our liaison must immediately halt. It is no longer politically expedient for us to associate. With the recent developments, we must look to our own - you are no doubt consolidating the borders of your haven as we speak, and gathering your underlings to you to prepare for the coming storm, and I must do the same.
I wished for you to know, however, before we both entered the hurricane with teeth bared, that you have given me no small amount of pleasure over the last century. It is uncommon for those of my blood to have a 'shameful secret', as it were, and I confess that you caused my blood to stir in a manner it has not seen since my mortal days. I would consider it a great shame if we were never to meet again, but times and troubles being as they are, I believe it unlikely that we shall. 
We will always have the Red Diamond - I bought it and preserved it, and the door is always open to you, if you manage to escape what lies in wait for you.

Your undying lord,

B.

P.S - I will ensue that my successor, whoever he may be (and assuming that one is appointed) does not meddle in your affairs. The sword is drawn, and you hold it sure and true. It may yet save us all before our heads are severed entirely. Wield it well, my love.

My daughter,

You have done we 

I remember with fondness the night of your

I regret that circumstances have caused our

There comes a time in every father's

I am coming for you. Stay alive. Heed this command. It may be my last.

Father.