My dearest brother and sister-in-law,

With mixed feelings I witness your marriage, and as is customary, I have
decided to make a toast.

Watch forever your packs, your loved ones and your treasures.

To the children that crawl from that infested womb to mewl pitifully at
the world and demand with begging mouths a little more then you are
worthy of, I offer this same advice. Watch ever over your shoulders, for
if I am not there, then one of mine will be, and we will hound you and
make each day that passes yet one more day you spit the name of your
parents and howl to the wind in despair.
Any misshapen get that form within this diseased pit of a woman, I will
teach you to fear 'Auntie'.

To my dearest sister-in-law, pray daily that your womb dries up and
ceases to spit out your whelps, for each one that draws breath will only
further bring you pain as they seek out your pitiful comfort as their
worldly possessions leave their hands and flitter into the wind with a
whisper.

To he who was my brother, I know you not, and will never more offer you
comfort or succour, you are as dead to me as your wife's morals are to
her. Check well your children, and make sure they are truly yours before
giving them the name you no longer deserve. This is my last warning
breath to you, and from this moment you cease to be any blood to me.

These are my last words on the matter, and henceforth, none shall pass
from me to you. No matter how you scream.

Katia

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Aeguary, in the year 436 AF.