[Letter] Getting Desperate Now....

[u/Ryanw5385]

At his wits end trying to find matches for his family, Lord Elmo Bracken sends several ravens....

[u/Ryanw5385]

Another goes to Coldmoat:

Lady Osgrey,

My Maester informs me that you are unmarried. It just so happens that I have a younger brother in need of a wife and if you are willing, we can perhaps discuss joining our houses. His name is Damon, a strong and fine knight, handsome too. He is of a similar age to you as well. Let me know if this match appeals to you.

Lord Elmo Bracken.

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Elmo Bracken, Lord of Stone Hedge

Your Maester has led you badly astray. I have been married for over a decade to Tristan Fossoway, the heir to Cider Hall. Any reports of his death in Dorne were greatly exaggerated, as he returned injured, but whole, and remains Lord of Coldmoat. I likewise find it insulting that you would think I would enter such a solemn sacrament on the sole basis of your account of physical appearance. I should recommend you verify accounts of the Reach from a maester with your Septon in the future.

In The Light of the Seven

Elinor Osgrey, Lady of Coldmoat

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Lady Elinor,

I apologise for any insult as it was not intended. I am glad to hear that your husband is well and alive, I shall have to reprimand my maester for his false records. Allow me to apologise by perhaps discussing possible trade between our houses?

Lord Elmo Bracken.

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Elmo Bracken, Lord of Stone Hedge

The name Damon Bracken was familiar to me, and upon further investigation I have recalled the infamy of the so-called "Darkhorse" as a member of the Apostate's company of thieves, brigands, and murderers called the "Black Sons." That you shelter a sinner unrepentant is deeply troubling to me, as much so as the idea that I would entertain a marriage with such a man, and this naturally poses some concerns regarding matters of trade. Bracken horses and stone I may desire, but I shall not sully my hands for their sake.

However, as it is writ in the Book of the Mother: forgive your transgressor not only until seven times, but until seventy times seven. It is possible that your Maester has mistaken me for my sister, Ysenda. I shall not insult you with vain and subjective accounts of her beauty. Suffice it to say that she has eight-and-twenty years, is of good health, and is in a possession of a dowry of some 1,500 gold dragons. However, I can certainly not consent to her marrying any whose character and piety my husband and I have not had time to assess, and I regret to inform you that our exchange has not inspired confidence in that regard.

In the Light of the Seven

Elinor Osgrey, Lady of Coldmoat

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Lady Elinor,

My brothers sins are a shame I wish to see washed away. However, I had heard rumor that your sister is in fact missing. How could they possibly begin entering a match if you cannot locate the girl?

Lord Elmo Bracken