To whom it may concern:

Call me what you will, arrogant, foolish, ignorant or confused. However,
until those whelps of yours I will stand up for my friends and will
stand up for what I believe. I believe you to be a pompous, nosy, self
centered hypocrite. You prance around all willy-nilly flexing your
'power' to accommodate for the short fallings of your own flimsy taste.

Now, you butt your little nose into someone else's business making a
mockery of what we call love, a phenomenon I don't believe you have ever
truly experienced. Two of the pivotal concepts of such a phenomenon are
sacrifice and trust. Not even You have the omnipotence or understanding
to dictate or effect the actions of two beings who would give anything
for one another. To do so is the sign of an immature, petulant child.

Consider this my challenge to You to exercise your 'wrath', another
phenomenon I believe your understanding lacking, on those who have made
the laws which brought such 'pain' upon your child. If You require
pointers, I suggest You take up prayers to my Mistress with hopes that
She may have pity on You and educate You in that which You wish to
exercise. Until then, your petty efforts at lashing out will forever be
the Prince's little tantrum.

Kabal Brynja

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Ultio, in the year 473 AD.